I was 14 when I mixed some painkillers and vodka well obviously not enough... but I remember I was about 9 maybe 10 when I tried to provoke my father to kill me, did that several times, don´t know if that counts though... I remember fantasizing about dying but you know as a kid you don´t really get what death is about. My mum died when I was 2 and everybody kept saying she was in heaven and heaven was a good place to be in so I wanted to be there with her. The problem was I didn´t know how to get there.
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end. I hate what I´ve become, the nightmare´s just begun...-Skillet-