My mother doesn't care about me. She laughs and smiles at my sister, the television, my careless dad, but never at me. Every time I walk past her I feel anger and sadness boiling inside of me. Sometimes I feel like yelling at her, begging her to care for me and love me. When I was little, she used to slap me often just because I didn't play an instrument correctly or if she was in a bad mood. Every day I cry because of her, and I often have suicidal thoughts and depression because of her. With every minute I feel the urge to scream and shrivel up and cry my heart out. But if she hears, she'll just yell at me to be quiet or ignore me. I hate her. I hate myself. I hate my life because of her.