[HopelessVictim]

TO MOM
I told you about the suicide letter only two nights ago...and you said you would try to get me help. Not only did you say it, but you promised it...not that promises mean anything to me now. I'm not stupid, I know that both you and dad have broken so many promises that you've made to me in the past...and I know that you two will brake many others in the future as long as I keep trusting you.
That's why I didn't believe you when you said you would try to find help for me.
Just how the hell are you going to find help anyway? We have no car. No phone. Counseling is miles and miles away. Not that I would ever go back to counseling, but I know you would try to talk me into it. But...I do need all the help I can get. I'm a wreck here...I don't think you see that. I don't think you quite understand what this is like for me, having to live with you and dad when you two are drunk and fighting, when the whole house, including my room, reeks with the stench of beer and weed. I can barely breathe when things like this happen. I feel like I might die under the massive amout of pain that is weighing me down, crushing me more and more as each day slowly passes by...
I wish I could just be happy. I know that I would be much less of a bitch toward you and dad that way.
But I can't do that if I have to lock myself up all the time because you two decide to drink and smoke pot without thinking twice about how it could hurt me, your daughter.
I wish you'd both hear me out.