He tells me that he is not happy with his life and I can’t help but wonder why. Why would he say such a thing to me of all people? I envy him for getting to be sad while I have to pull on a smile and play the game that he, she, them, they signed me up for. He left me in the arms of a ***** the night that I entered this unloving world, dare I ask, why? Was I not enough for him? I was a child, his child, what more could he possibly need? She sent me away to live with Papa, but why me? She kept brother. Was I not what she wanted? Daddy tells me that he didn’t mean to leave but I can’t bring my myself to believe. He says that he wants to die but I think that’s just a lie. What reason would he have to want to end his life if it wasn’t his that he ruined? It’s not like he drags the knife against his skin. He doesn’t fight the monsters from within to try and win. He doesn’t stay awake late at night thinking about the reasons why.