When I was 11, I tried to kill myself.
When I was 13, I tried to kill myself. Four times.
Then when I was 15 my boyfriend told me I’d be better off dead. Of course, guess what I did? I tried to kill myself.
I wrote poetry depicting my mind’s perpetual spiral down into hell. I blamed myself. I said things like Well if you weren’t so darned stupid maybe you’d deserve to live.
But why would I say that? Who am I to judge?
Really that makes me selfish to think that. Everyone on this damned planet suffers every day. Every. Fucking. Day. Why should I get the cheap […]