Jan 2019
It was 8th grade
I was sitting next to her
She noticed something wrong,
I looked pale
Little did she know that,
The morning before school I took 7 pills
I wanted to feel pain
I wanted to die without my mom knowing
She asked me are you okay?
I simply turned around again without saying anything
I wrote a note saying I was broken
She got up in the middle of class and gave me a hug
That girl told me that life is beautiful
She told me how ****** up her life was
I felt some reason to live again
Little did she know that it was my 8th time trying to die
She didn't know me very well
That broken girl was an amazingly kind person
She didn't think about class
Just me
Thank you for loving me without knowing me
I was sitting next to her
She noticed something wrong,
I looked pale
Little did she know that,
The morning before school I took 7 pills
I wanted to feel pain
I wanted to die without my mom knowing
She asked me are you okay?
I simply turned around again without saying anything
I wrote a note saying I was broken
She got up in the middle of class and gave me a hug
That girl told me that life is beautiful
She told me how ****** up her life was
I felt some reason to live again
Little did she know that it was my 8th time trying to die
She didn't know me very well
That broken girl was an amazingly kind person
She didn't think about class
Just me
Thank you for loving me without knowing me
I wrote this about a friend I met on that day. I am so grateful for her and I have not tried to **** myself since that day. She told me to keep fighting even though I was hurting. She told me that I have so much to live for and don't stop fighting. Thank you friend.
