Well...

Tuesday I tried to kill myself.
Strangle.
I wasn't happy with what was going on.
I hated everything.
Including myself.
I ruined what I loved the most.
Brandon.
No one gets it.
He showed me the love no one else did.
He showed me what I had been missing all these years.
And I just shoved him aside.
What was I thinking?
Sometimes its best if you let go of what you love.
So they say, but not for me.
I'm shaking and I'm crying.
I miss the life I use to have.
About a year ago.
When my dad actually tried to show he cared.
When my sisters loved everyone.
When I had all my friends.
When love was just a word to me.
No matter what I do.
I'm left with guilt on my shoulders.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm all out of ideas and I don't have a plan anymore.