The Purge Of Suicide Poem by Alexander Zabalza

I was bullied seen I was four years old, a kid with no childhood, a kid who nobody understood. I still remember all those words they told me. They become scars that never heal. The purge of suicides came to my head at 5 years old I attempted my first suicides nobody knows about, but just the scars were there. I heard voices in my head. Do it? A white light came to take the knife away. I woke up as if nothing had happened. Life doesn't get better if you don't get up and fight for yourself because nobody will