I don’t even know if you remember you have a child sometimes. You barely stay in the house anymore. Your always out with some guy. Sometimes another guy. I wonder if you will just leave one day. Like pack up and leave me with grandma in this house with all these bills. I seriously think that you hate my guts for some mysterious reason. I have no idea what it could be but I don’t like it. The tone in your voice makes me cringe and hate you for it and I don’t want to hate you ma. I love you with all my heart. But I wish you were nicer to me. I don’t even do anything. I feel like just having to look at me makes you pissed and I get scared that one day the yelling will stop. The tone in your voice that makes me cringe will silence. I won’t see you anymore because you will no longer be here.
-Your 13 year old depressed little girl