You speak in every curling wave and sing in every violent breeze

I told my father how I felt, everything that I felt and he got mad at me, he called me names, he yelled, and then he left. A few moments later he came back to tell me that I was a waste of space, and I told him that I didn’t care what he said because I was going to kill myself that day anyway.
After I yelled that while everyone else in my family was listening, I ran. I ran because I knew my mother, my sister and my brother would try to stop me from doing that. I hid, but was found moments later and I refused to go back to a place where I didn’t feel safe, I just wanted to kill myself and be free.
They dragged me to the place we were living in and wouldn’t let me go out, but after a few hours I put on a beautiful white dress and grabbed my keys. My brother stopped me at the door, I just said: “I won’t do anything, I just need to take a walk”, and he let me go. Just as I was going out, I saw my father coming back, so I looked down and hid my face, I didn’t want to be recognized and yelled at in my last moments alive.
I walked a lot, but it didn’t feel like it was that much. I got to the beach, where I saw huge waves crashing, it was beautiful. I got closer and closer to the sea, and as I heard the wind blowing and the cold air hit my face, I got in the water. And I dissappeared.

As I felt the hot weather and the sheets under my body, I couldn’t understand. Was it really a dream? It felt so real, the screams, the air, the waves pulling me into them….it was all just my imagination? Fuck. I really wish I had comitted suicide, and be over all this bullshit.

I thought about this all day sice I woke up, my suicidal feelings increasing and making me uncapable of thinking about anything else besides how good it felt to be dead.

I wish dreams came true.