Precisely 216 days ago I really tried.
On April 2nd 2019 I tried to kill myself, unintentionally at first, but then I was determined. For some reason I still feel like I can't tell anyone else in person, so here I am writing this for anyone, a stranger, to see.
My maths teacher, out of everyone, was the one to see the bruises on my neck the next day from the zip tie I thought was a good idea to put around my neck at the time.
She took me to her office and I don't remember much but crying, and apparently I threw up and passed out from the anxiety I had from finally coming to terms with what I tried to do to myself.
I don't care now, I feel numb, maybe doing it again will help me bring that release back?
I don't know, but until then I'll lay here in silence refusing to get up for work or school so I can cry the rest of my short life away.
I'm sorry, please help me
YOU ARE READING
p o e t r y
Puisimy poetry and writing as a sad person. don't get too excited however.
