I honestly wish that the Kidney infection I had when I was 12 (I’m 16 now) would have stayed and either taken away my ability to walk or even killed me cause living with this environment with my parents who would rather have other kids as their own is more than I can ever take. For the past 7-9 years I have had enough beating, blood, curses and scenes, much more than I can handle. People think I’m strong, but why could only one person see how much I wanted to be alone, or dead? Why did he now have to hurt me even more by not knowing I’m in pain and see that this cover is going to break into a million pieces? Am I invisible, that even my death wouldn’t be noticed? Or do I look so strong that even my suicidal jokes will be dismissed by the fake smile on my face? Will they miss me or realise, that maybe, they could have helped?