Winnie POV :||

You know, suicide sounds pretty good right about now. Being locked in a closet toys with my mind. It makes me think of things I never would of thought of...

Would I be missed if I died?

Should I die?

When can I die?

Is life just a game of sorrow?

Why am I hated?

I sniffled, and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. Life is hard for me. Having a father who is loving yet quick tempered, a sister who hates my guts, a mother who baby's me, and cousins who enjoy torturing me.

They judge me. And I judge myself. It's like this;

We all go by these standards. We have to be pretty like her, or, we have to be smart like him. We build ourselves up off these standards and judge people by these standards.

We should be happy with who we are, but we're human, and it's impossible for us to be satisfied, really. We will always be unhappy with someone or something. And, my family will always be unhappy with me.

They know I'm not happy, they know I'm depressed, but they don't know this...

They don't know how they hurt me. How letting me stay in my room to cry, when all I need is somebody to hug and reassure me. How letting sorrow eat me away, when all I need is an "I love you."

Mel is always told she's loved. But me? I've never heard that sentence in my life. Life is hard on everybody.

But who said life was going to be easy?

Written By Chandler.