My damn life

Right now i'm sitting in my cold room with music blaring down stairs. I'm alone in this life, like most people are. My dad died last year, i was numb the first week, still i can't understand how someone can be gone, everything that makes him, human, alive, is gone. I'm sad, all the time, second tick by on my life and i don't care. Nothing seems worth while. My sister abuses me, my other sister is a bitch as well. My mother ignores me most  of the time, or is drunk, and that's when it gets really good, i get told i'm stupid, or just some other stupid thing she says. As most people say: I HATE MY LIFE. I want to leave but can't afford it, not until i finish uni or get a job, which I've been looking for. I lock myself in my room days on end, not talking to anyone, for months, unless it some passing words with my mum who is too distracted with her games to care; which she tells me in most parts.I just want to get out of here, leave forever, i think if i did i would never see any of them again, and in the most parts that would be good. But then i would have no family left. They never care when i'm upset or why. I cry pretty much every single night, muffling the screams that are threatening to creep out of my throat.