Darkest hours

same shit every day nothing in the world seems to get her by but somehow she makes another day happen
Even though she hates it,
Waking up, pulling herself outta bed each morning, only having 4 friends that actually truly care about her and her existence those four friends are the only reason she's alive,
But after seven years she still feels as if she needs to plaster that fake mask just to go home to a mother who does the same shit,
A mother who is either sleeping just to leave as soon as she wakes up, gone, or yelling at me reminding me how much she needs to try harder when she's already trying her hardest,
Then all she does is think of suicide because that's all she's known for seven years,
She hates herself all she wants is love maybe even a hug maybe a rope around her neck a stomach full of pills a slit up body covered in cuts and scars and burns all she wants is to be the fallen angel she is to return home and be safe.