Kill Me Yourself, You Coward
A letter to my suicidal brain.
Ever since I was 12, you’ve told me that I wasn’t worthy. That I wasn’t good enough. That I should kill myself. So, when I was 12, I sort of tried. They pulled me out of school for a while.
The doctor said I had depression and put me on some pills. It didn’t help. The voices got louder, more varied…