I wish my parents would understand that they are the reason I’ve tried to kill myself. They aren’t bad parents or bad people, but they just don’t love me. They love my older sister and my younger brother way more than they love me. It hurts really bad. I didn’t do anything wrong, I respect them way more than my siblings ever could, I would give my life for them, I would do anything and everything I could for them. But they wouldn’t do the same and I don’t understand why. I’m a 15 year old girl with depression, anxiety, separation anxiety from my mom who doesn’t care. And my two siblings who treat me like shit bc they can get an away with it. I’m so tired of it. My parents know ab how I feel and that I’ve tried to commit too, and they just push it to the side. Today is February 20th, of 2022 and I stopped someone from killing them selves. I felt obligated to bc not only was I the only one there, but bc ik what they were feeling, they day i was gonna commit I told someone and they seemed concerned so they gave me their number, I called them crying my eyes out with blood rushing out of my hand where I cut my self ready to die, they helped me and they are the reason I am alive, and then when I met my bf and my best friend, they have became the reasons I stay alive. I’m only happy when I’m with my best friend and my bf, I want to die any other time of day.