Chapter 11: Until I Succeed.
They say I shouldn't do it again.
But I will.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until I succeed in ripping open my veins and letting the blood spill.
Until I succeed in swallowing the whole bottle of antidepressants.
Until I succeed in hanging from the rafters in our old barn.
Until I succeed in diving deep into the ocean so I never have to return home.
Until I succeed in no longer filling my lungs with the oxygen they crave.
Until I succeed in my mission to no longer be among the living.
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PoesiaShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
