I am a suicide survivor and although I’m not proud of it I’ve come to realize it’s made me better
Because like a phoenix I rose
I grew up in a home that didn’t want me, that told me it wanted to abort me but couldn’t afford it
I grew up in a home that abused me and beat me when I made the simplest of mistakes
I grew up in a home that decided drugs were more important than feeding me a good meal
I grew up in a home that would kick me out for a couple of nights because I was getting older and didn’t want to deal with the ******* anymore
I grew up in a home that neglected me but raised another child spoiled and loved right in front of my eyes.
I grew up in a home that chose a man over me and left me in the dust wondering why she never loved me.
But this home put a fire in my heart
It made me independent, and it made me strong, and quite mature for my age
It gave me an authoritative personality that I use everyday to my benefit
After my suicide attempt I decided to show this home just how strong I was
I got B+ grades and was super involved
I made friends with both my teachers and peers
But something that both the home and suicide attempt gave me
Was a want to do something scary once a day just to prove to myself I can grow
From my freshman year of high school to now I still follow that rule.
It could be as simple as a sharing this poem or talking to a cute boy in my Speech class which ultimately led me to my fiance
But regardless because of my attempt I have grown as a person
Because like a phoenix I rose

~Emma Rose