You have no idea how many times I’ve contemplated suicide.
I mean the pills, the blade, the drugs and the alcohol were all ready, the suicide letters, some finished some uncompleted.
You have no idea how many times I’ve sat on my bed, blocking out everything, and concentrating on the blunt razor blade, you don’t know how many times I’ve carved the name on my everything into my wrists, my legs, my stomach, my whole body so they would know the reason for my death.
So they would know that the person was the one I toke my life for.
You are my killer mom; you have taken away […]