For once in my life, I am trying to be concerned with my family.
Especially my older brother.
He does nothing with his life.
He is getting into drugs.
He is everything I aspire not to be.

Yet here I am. Trying to help.
Why?
I only get screamed at by my father.
Or quietly shushed by my mother.
Or yelled at by him.

"****. OFF.
YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME.
I HOPE YOU DIE."

I hope you die.

That's pretty strong stuff aimed at me.

A suicidal child.