I’m tired of begging for acceptance, I don’t want to keep going.. I’ve been dealing with suicidal ideation since 8 but this night as I lay in my bed with my heart aching I thought about how Weight lifting it would be to<mod edit - method>. Why does it take for someone to commit this act for people to jump and claim they care? Because if they truly did wouldn’t they know before? I am tired of wondering who really loves me, because it feels like I’ve done nothing but be a problem. It feels like others blame me for my truama... wouldn’t it be easier to just remove the problem?... me.. I’ve been alone since my father left and chose drugs over me, my own father didn’t love me.. he wasn’t concerned about the idea of me being sexually and physically abused by my grandparents. My mother got rid of me after I was returned to her from my grandmothers home. It hurts because I wish I could be anyone but myself because then I could be loved.
Last edited by a moderator: