Sometimes, I just wish I could stop
existing.
Why
can't my brother think about my feelings sometimes?
Why does he have to put me down?
Why can't we actually get along?
I've never known what it was like to have a real brother.
It's not like I'm depressed, because I don't think I
am.
But, my mind definitely isn't a good place to be right
now.
And nobody even
notices.
he is all the time annoying me and hitting me
and he is my little bro!