I can’t imagine what life could have been, had I written poetry and had it published on Medium, 42 years ago, when I was 14. Would I have made less mistakes? Would I have had higher self-esteem? No one will ever know the answers to my questions.

But I feel almost sure that everyone who reads your poem from an age long removed from 14 will think about those kinds of questions, and wish you every good thing in life, and hope that you miss a little bit of the pain and injury that life usually includes. Only one thing you have to do, die, and I’ll meet you there — but I hope that it is 100 years from now, and that you laugh a thousand times, and say “I love you” a million times, and receive the same words in return to your loving words. Your life is valuable, you’re worth more than your weight in gold. Safety first! :-) Don’t hurt yourself on purpose unless it is to save someone else’s life. Good luck!