I hate life. I used to be really happy i had friends and a boyfriend and my parents lved me but then, well when my mum died my dad got clinically depressesd and left me in a care home. which in all honesty really isnt that bad i mean i have frends and my therapist really understands me.
But, well like i cant help wonder whats the point? i mean really what is the point of keeping me in care when all i really want to do is kill myself i have slit my wrists and tried but people dont take me seriously just think i want attention. and all my friends just try and say stuff like talk to your therapist and then talk about crap like make up again. and i did talk to my therapist and she did kinda understand but she kept giving advice when i just wanted her to listen.
and then the really horrible stuff started people were being racist to me and it made me feel kind of sick but i just ignored them, it had happenedd b4. but then the thru briks at my bedroom windows and started attacking me on the street. but they were just 15 yr old boys so i thort nothing to bad could happen but i was wrong. they punched me and gave me a black eye saying it didnt show.

it makes me feel sick and really i think there is only 1 way out but i dont think i have the courage to commit suicide some1 plz help.