I was twelve when I wanted to die more than I had ever though possible.
Seventh grade and a kid has a lot to live for yet I felt like I should have been the one in the urn that day.
Aunt’s Funeral, Uncle’s lap… long story short he felt me up, right then and there
during his wife’s funeral.
My mom didn’t believe me
Another knot in the noose, one out of many and because of countless events that happened four years after that it all tangled up around my bruised and bleeding throat. I had officially hit the burning pile and i was dragging myself to be on top […]