I Can’t Tell You Who I Am
If I told you that I first attempted suicide at age six, would you believe me? Could you? If I said it was one of my many, would you believe me? Would you care?
If I said I now know I am sick, would you listen? Would you help?
To have to live with such despair is a punishment I wish on no one. To live in constant pain is cruel and above all sad for those who have such a sentence.
Why do some of us care so much and others don’t?
Why do some of us believe so much while others don’t?
Why can’t I say who I am?
Why can I tell you, who I am so that you can help me?
Why must I continue with this sentence that has no peace?
Why has this sentence been given to me? Why?
What have I done to deserve such a life? A life full of pain, guilt and suffering.
Why can’t I tell you who I am?…
By: Magali ‘Maggie’ Rivas
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