Attempt 1, 7th grade. I was ridiculed for self harming, Since my "cuts weren't even deep."
Attempt 2, 8th grade. I tried swallowing everything that said "Do not eat" Hoping I'd lose consciousness.
Attempt 3, Still 8th grade. You made me feel like whatever you did was okay; it wasn't. To this day, I continuously beat myself over it.
Attempt 4, 9th grade. I tried looking up harmful effects of overdosing on iron, But it only left me with scarred intestines.
Attempt 5, 10th grade. I tried to hang myself, hoping I'll succeed. My mom came home.
Attempt n. I tried cutting myself, hoping I'll bleed to death. I tried asking for help, but I realized I was just doing it for attention. Maybe this sadness isn't real, they said, and I believed them.
Attempt x. In between these mentioned attempts, There were still too many attempts unnamed. But who cares?
Attempt y. Today. I tried killing myself again today. But maybe if I did, will my classmates joke about me hanging myself?
I don't want that.
Maybe my depression and never-ending self hate aren't real. Maybe I'm just assuming I have depression. Maybe I'm just overreacting. Maybe I should end my embarrassing self.
I'm sorry.
A mess. I just needed to type all of these out.
I'm hesitant on using the words suicidal and depressed because I don't want people telling me "attention seeker; stop assuming you have depression or suicidal" "get over it. Such a trivial thing"