Brok;n

She sits in bed hoping for the best, knowing things just simply won’t get better but still she gets up, prepares herself for the new day and pushes herself to keep going once again. Sometimes she doesn’t have the energy to get up but she does it anyways and I’m proud of her, deep down inside I know she’s tired and wants to give up but she doesn’t. She’s covered her battle wounds with tattoos so that way no one questions anything, what could she possibly say anyways besides the truth, but even then she knows she’ll be judged and be labeled in society as “crazy”, “physco”, “mentally ill” etc. It doesn’t make it any better that she’s called these names at home. All she ever wanted was someone to listen and to understand her, she wishes someone would hug her and tell her “everything is going to be ok” but that simply won’t happen. She has these suicidal thoughts in her head but instead of ending her life, she sits back and cries.. in that moment she starts to think “I have my mom, I have my family.. i can’t”.. but for a split second she thought they would be better off without her anyways. At the age of 12, she attempted to end her life, her family was heartbroken hearing this, however they were happy her attempt to end her life was unsuccessful, they didn’t understand why she wanted to end it though, to them it was her way of trying to get peoples attention, so of course she was sent a way to a hospital and forced to stay there for some time.