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