A week ago, I was in my room decorating my tomb.
36 suicide notes, plastered in my brain. And on my walls.
36 times I've had a scalpel to my neck, praying I'd end it before my mom came into my room to check.
36 times I've hesitated with only a nic,
36 times I've forced my hand away from my neck to give it another chance to click.
36 times I prayed, I'd find him.
36 times I gave life one more chance.
36 attempts and thoughts later,
1 boy made life matter.
