"Did you really want to die?"
"No one commits suicide because they want to die."
"Then why do they do it?"
"Because they want to stop the pain."
― Tiffanie DeBartolo
Why couldn't I be the child my parents wanted? Did God really want me to get picked on and the shit beat out of me by people who don't even know me? Faggot they say they call me a gay slut even when I haven't consented to anything that has ever happened. Dark alley ways and salty tears life never seems to change. Why me? The only question that comes to my mind as the pain surges through again and again. What did I ever do to deserve this punishment? God I pray to you yet nothing any good comes from it. Barely able to walk, slipping into the house you refuse to call home just to be slapped around some more. Is there any reason for anyone to be treated this way? Blood poring from a wrist a knife clatters to the floor. Screams and a soft wailing in the distance then black. Just to wake up staring at four white walls for the pain to start all over again. The same question lingers...
Why Me?
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