I wish I was allowed to kill myself. I wish that whenever i looked up methods, it would give me something instead of a hotline. I've called the hotlines before. They told me to journal. I wish the people who let me talk about it weren't only the ones who were paid to do so. I wish talking about it to those people didn't get me put in a room for dsys with nothing but my own thoughts. I wish assisted suicide was legal in hospitals. I wish strangers wouldn't tell me "i care about you, don't do it, there's so much more in life" about a half hour before forgetting i exist entirely. I wish people initiated conversations with me. I wish my brain wasn't broken. I wish I wasn't a failure. I wish my mom loved me more than weed and cigarettes. I wish people listened to me when I was a kid. I wish I hadn't called anyone in the middle of my attempt last year. One year exactly next month. I wish I owned my own body. I wish I could experience intimacy with another person without feeling like every touch is an assault on my ravaged flesh. I wish I was more human. I wish I wasn't human at all. I wish I was somewhere better. I wish I was hanging from a tree in the park nearby.











