Truth is…
I was never good enough. I could never grasp that as a kid, so I kept searching. I kept trying to find somewhere I could be useful, somewhere safe… but the truth is that when you’re a woman, you’re nothing, if not a whore. When you’re black, you’re nothing, if not an animal. If you’re gay, you’re nothing, if not an abomination.
Abused, kidnapped, raped, molested, cast aside. Made to endure hard labor for less than minimum wage. Get hurt, get fired. The world doesn’t honor or respect someone like me. my people being killed and then blamed for dying. I’m tired. I’m just so tired. I don’t want this. My only life… I would welcome death and disappear from the memories of those who have forgotten me anyway.
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Hi shadow, you touched on probably the biggest reason why people kill themselves… society making people feel worthless.
If it’s not your gender it’s the color of your skin or your sexual orientation, or maybe they just don’t like the way you look. They always come up with a reason.
Maybe you can hide out somewhere for a while, get away from the asses who made you feel this way. Or just spend a lot of time on the internet because it’s the one place where people don’t have to know what you look like.
Truly, I don’t know why _anyone_ wants to live in this world.