To That Someone Who Constantly Tells Me That One Day I Am Going to Hang Myself


Twice this day you’ve asked me “When are you going to hang yourself?” Because you are sure that one day I am going to do it.

I don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to deal with this any longer. This isn’t the first time you’ve told me about this. This isn’t the first time you’ve told me that I am going to kill myself one day. I have lost count but today was probably the worth remembering.

This abuse I am receiving from you is something that I don’t get. What have I done to deserve this? What have I done for you to constantly tell this to me? I don’t f*cking need this. Instead of asking me what’s happening to me and instead of just letting me be, you f*cking pushes me to my limit.

I guess, one day, if I do it (because you are so sure I will), I will make sure you will carry the conscience. I will make sure of that. I hope it will f*cking eat your insides. I hope you will bear the blame to it. I hope it won’t let you sleep at night. And don’t worry I will let everybody know that you are the one who pushed me, that you are the one who gave me the go signal.

F*ck you for letting me feel this way.

I don’t deserve this.

You do.



If I decide to reveal who this is? I don’t care if you deny it. Because in this world we are living in, I will make sure at least one knows.

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A bookworm. A cinephile. Potterhead and a Demigod. Hoarder and an overthinker. In love with love and life. Introvert and an Anxiety sufferer.


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