Confession

I feel so out of place in the world. I feel like I don't really have a purpose anymore. Sometimes I'm sad, other times I'm depressed and sometimes I don't know how to feel. I can't even cry anymore, the tears just refuse to fall. Sometimes i force myself to cry just so I can release my frustration but that rarely works. I think I need to see a psychiatrist but then my mom won't allow it. She'll say that I should talk to her instead of a stranger but she really won't understand cause she is one of the causes of my misery... and I don't think she realises it. I remember one day, I tried to commit suicide by drinking the shampoo that sat by my shower. But then my mom called me and all thoughts disappeared. They come back sometimes; and it's really hard to ignore them. That's my confession.