Will you all leave me alone?

I don’t need your pity and fake concern.

I don’t want your charity.

I want freedom.

I want to cross to the other side.

I want death.

My family isn’t holding up well, failing to pay the bills, working nonstop from morning to morning, can’t keep up in school. I live in pure hatred towards this cursed world. I’m struggling between torture and death. The way I want to live is far from what I am doing, working from 2 am to 12am the next day, family scolding you for not getting a better future, everyone being greedy. I can’t stand this any longer; I have often wondered what it felt like to be freed from this hell. Living in a decent house, eating 3 meals a day, free time, but this will never happen, my family keeps telling me how useless I am and how my efforts can be made by a 5 year old, every time I hear this, I feel like another pound has been added to my already crushed heart.  People who see me always feel pity, just because I look like a homeless roaming boy, I hate it when they say “poor you” or “would you like to get some extra money?” even though I need it, I don’t want it from pity. I have pride; I am not going to steep low to accept charity.

This is it, the last straw, my parents yelled at me again. I am done with people looking at me like I’m someone that’s broken, I’m done with people wanting to help me, I’m done with all the people who say I can’t