From a young age I've had a fascination with death.
I would read books about suicide, write about dying, and think about death most of the time.
I don't remember I time when I didn't want to die, honestly.
It seemed like the only thing that made me the way that I am was my suicidal thoughts.
I thought that if my sadness went away, so would my entire personality and who I am.
So I invited in the sadness and let it take its toll on me.
I did things I thought I would never do
And I said things I thought I never would.
I let my sadness become me,
And that was my first mistake.
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Poetrymidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
