Family: Truth and Lies

I've always thought that family is everything. Then I learned, I was wrong.

Family is supposed to be the people who will be there for you, who will hold you when you're falling, guide you when you're confused. Yet, I've never felt so betrayed.

Family is supposed to be the place you're eager to come home. The place that will make you feel safe. The place that will make all your worries gone. The place where you'll never feel alone. Yet, I've never felt so broken.

Family is supposed to be your grounds. They will support you. They will have your back. They will be your crying shoulder. Yet, they're the main reason why I want to hang myself and die.

I've asked myself a lot of things: Would they care if I leave? Would they care if I die? Would they cry if I die?

I see no point. I see no reason. I see no cause.

Thank you anyway, for having me.