survival

I am a person of survival
Growing up that was not really my title
A dead soul screaming for revival
A young girl who became suicidal
I felt the hits and kicks of society
Probably the reason I suffer from anxiety
I was never in the form of perfection, so I became the best example of neglection.
They call me names from fat bitch to white trash to other shit I won't say it's that bad.
They call me up would always need back up.
Then call me a slut and say my family was jacked up
Death threats every time I logged in was always on some other shit Damn here we go again.
I was already alone now I'm looking for a friend go no friends so here I am wishing it would end, but it didn't it never did was always something every time that I felt good they would remind me I was nothing every time that I was down they couldn't help themselves but kick me I had enough I was so fucking done I couldn't face all the drama so I decided to run. But I couldn't run forever eventually I would get tired so I just stared at that rope wishing my life would expire. I mean fuck it if I am really nothing them nobody would stop me from taking that rope and jumping, so I took it tied it around my throat and proceeded to jump when my brother bust through the door. I didn't know what to do I didn't know what to say I saw the tears in his eyes I felt my pain go away how could I be so selfish how could I think I am nothing when the person who was at my birth obviously thought I was something.