You say you're depressed.
You say you're lonely.
You say you're suicidal.
You say you'll **** yourself.

Do it.
I dare you.

You have no idea how it feels to be consumed in melancholy;
To be rejected by family at home
Yet praised in public for their own image;
To feel relief at the slightest chance to die and take it;
To be floating in black, on the verge of death, and have your hopes and dreams ripped away from you once again;
To be ostracized and ridiculed while attached to medical equipment in a hospital bed;
To be forced into a corner with thoughts, images and nightmares with no way of release.

I dare you.

You have no idea.