There was once a time where I thought about suicide

Growing up with a mother who hears voices in her head was scary enough.

I see you everywhere.

I can brush off most insults thrown at me. Like they're nothing, as light as a feather.

You dipped your hands into the deepest, darkest parts of me. And made me feel less than whole.

I don't know how to tell people I'm hurting so I'll post my poetry here.