dear mommy and daddy, I'm sorry I left you like this, I know you've been busy, with appointments and client meetings I understand, it's for the family but these past few months have been hell for me I tried to talk to you both but you ignored me.
the money and cars we have won't help me it won't lessen my daily misery but I've bought plenty of bandages for my wrist but you won't know anyway because you never see me as you two would leave before me; our maid and cat, my every-morning-company.
I would always wait for your return back home, but you would always pass by me, just like you do with the garden gnomes. sometimes I would help our maid prepare tea but just as I would serve you, you'd say "Honey, we're kinda busy," without even looking at me.
and I know I couldn't talk or speak just like your client's and boss's kids. you see, these hand signals don't mean anything because when I'm talking to you, it's more like having a silent conversation with the ceiling. sad thing is, you don't even look and see that I'm trying.
so this is a letter for you mommy and daddy I'm turning 16 today but I doubt that you'll wish me, now go and treat my brother, his name is Money and tell everyone in school about this, especially the bullies.