Cry, baby, cry

Their words echo through my mind. ''Ugly! Worthless! Weak! ''I don't know whether to go back or to keep going. I'm sorry if these words are scrawled. If they see me, they will continue to haunt me. Every night, their voices cut into otherwise happy thoughts. Every second is Hell. I feel like I AM worthless, like I AM ugly.

Today they shoved me on the ground and and hit my head. My floppy ears brushed the collar of my shirt. I put my law to my head, and it came away bloody. Tears started to fill my eyes. I tried to hide them but it was too late. "Cry, baby, cry. Mommy can't save you now! Know why? Because she's dead! She killed herself becuase of you." I ran out.

Now I'm ending it. This is the end of this Hell stupid people call life. I dont know what todoandifeellikeimrunningoutoftimeandidontknowhattodo! Goodbye, Life.