I think I'm truly insane.
I'm 12. I've wanted to be dead since I was 7. I know I'm too young to have any serious life decisions, but it always seems like the world would be better without me.
There's nothing I should be complaining about with my life. My parents are together, we live in a rich area and my school life is better than I would've ever imagined. But that's why I wish I wasn't here; there are so, so many people in this world that could do the most amazing things if they'd been given my life, and every day these people are dying from starvation, abuse, poverty. I don't deserve what I have, especially if I'd willingly kill myself.
I've cut myself before. Burnt myself before. Slammed my head in to walls when I get depressed. I just went and made myself throw up. My mum saw one of the cuts before, and I made the 'I fell over' excuse. People at school know I get annoyed when they joke about mental illness and such, as I've tried my best to understand the situation. I know there's insanity in my family. On my one side, schizophrenia, on the other, suicide.
I can't tell anyone who'd take it seriously. I know no one wants to hear me complaining about my life, since I have every material object I could ask for, a full education and more.
I'm just lost now, I guess.