Wake me up when hell seethes.

I've got to a point where I doubt if life is as worth living as everyone thinks it is. Life is nothing more but a period of time when you meet people who will hurt you, then leave you behind, and then you die. My parents keep making my existence impossible. The ones supposed to wish me happiness are destroying it in front of my eyes and all I can do is watch. If I make a single move things go worse, if that's even possible. My inner demons ask me for my blood and I'm not afraid to give it to them. Wounds heal too fast for my taste. I thought things were going better. I've learned that that belief only takes me to bigger disappointments. It's not that I'm negative, it's that my positiveness has been bullied, kidnapped, raped, beaten to death, then burned and it's ashes lay buried deep in the most recondite place of my mind. I don't even wanna try to be happy anymore, I've tried hard enough. All my shots were trampled over by people who didn't even know they were destroying me, and who wouldn't have cared if they knew.
I guess I'm on my own in this fight. What the fuck, when haven't I been alone?