suicide

survival

I am a person of survival but growing up that was not really my title a dead  soul who was screaming for revival a young girl who became suicidal i felt the hits and the kicks if 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 called me names like fat bitch to dumb trash to other shit i wont say its that bad they called me up and would always need back up called me a slut and say my family was jacked up death threats everytime i logged in always on some other shit here we go again i was already alone now im looking for friends got no friends so here i am wishing it would end i mean fuck it, if im really nothing then nobody would stop me from taking that rope and jumping so i took it tied around my little throat and i proceeded to jump when my mom bust in the door i didnt know what to do, i didnt know what to say, I saw the tears in her eyes i felt the pain go away how could i be so selfish? How could i think i was nothing when the person that gave me life obviously thought i was something