Their life, not mine

My life is not my own My life isn't something that is proudly shown my life isn't mine it's my parent's life and they handle it unkind I'm sick of not living my life Their life makes me want to slit my veins with a knife I don't want to be here anymore I can't do this anymore I wouldn't be surprised if they found my body dead on the floor blood spilled out on the hardwood They would be clueless, everyone should Because no one knows what goes on in my mind about the dark thoughts that you can find Thoughts of self harm, of suicide, of murder, of leaving and never coming back If they knew they would give me so much flack You see I just don't know how Or what this living this is all about I'm annoyed by everyone around me I don't want to live this live that wasn't meant to be I know that other people have it worse but I don't want to live here I know that this is the only place to live but still.......- unfinished