The Kids aren't Okay

Look, we all have troubles with the people who brought us into the world. That alone is sometimes the cause of the hatred by people, being brought into the world, really? I get that life sucks, but how emo are you? Anyway, I too have issues with my parents, believe it or not. My dad: always drunk or high, mommy: always crying or detailing the events of her imminent suicide. That's been life at home for me as far back as I can remember. Oh, I get apologies from them, and I tell them it is okay, "I was too young to remember anyway." Well, you know what? I remember everything. I remember being stricken by my father, I remember my mother being unconscious and me not being able to eat that night, I remember every god damn empty apology, and all the tears they shed just to provide me with a false sense of hope so they could hurt me again. I was stupid to believe my family would get better. It still goes on. Things just aren't okay at home. But I'm not going to cut my wrist, I'm not gonna start using "things", as my mom calls them, to escape reality when it gets rough. I'm just going to live and make sure this never happens to the people I love. I'd like to thank my parents for inspiring me to write this; they finally did something good for me.