What are your deepest secrets that you would like to share before you d.i.e?
I’ve tried to k1ll myself 3 times. Once when I was 7 because I didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t upset over a loved ones death. Again at 8 because my brother called me fat and then r#p3d me that same night. The last time was after my brother died and my mother was brain dead. I was 16 when this happened. I haven’t stepped near a needle or blade since then because it took away the very things I love. But, I can’t find peace at all. It’s been 10 years and everyone told me it’s gonna get better and I feel so distant. Like my entire existence is false. I don’t want to fix myself. I just want to float away. I want to float back into my moms arms at night. Sometimes, I cry myself to sleep, curled up like a child, and begging to have my mom back.
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