By Your Side

Today I remembered what was like, when everything I knew was back in Portugal.
I remembered my mom, my dad, my brothers... and my sister. I know this seems crazy, and I should be thankful she stuck up with me for so many times, but I'm not. I hate her; for everything she's done to me, I hate her. I hate her with all my heart.

Warning: This story is made up with suicidal thoughts and deep saddened souls. My soul.
I seriously hope any of you tries to steal this.