abusive hell

*You were in your room staring at the ceiling like its a master piece on your bed your dull abusive life playing behind your eyes you have anxiety and some PTSD you really want to "not alive" your self...your mum walks in your room then says*Your a burden you know that you brat?!*you fight back tears and refuse to show them and remain quiet and think about the abuse at school te bullies relentless treatment on you*