Suicide

I laid face up vomit blocking my airway and my thoughts were consumed by the persistent rejection that wounded me. The doctor asked me, “Why did you try to kill yourself?” I was tired of answering this question, to be honest, there were lots of reasons but, none of them were the right ones. “Have you ever wondered why you want to be alive?” she looked back at me halfway smirking as if to say checkmate, “Of course, I remember all the people who love me and all the people who need me.” I smiled, “Consider yourself lucky some of us will never know how that feels.” She never came back to talk with me.