depressed and hurt.

Not sure what triggered this memory but it hurt to relive it and tell it. 

I was a teenager, hurting, needing attention, love and  acceptance. 

i tried to kill myself, failed of course... I didnt want to live, i didnt want to be alive, i didnt want to hurt or be in pain. 

When my parents found out that day, they called me stupid and sick. My step dad told me decades later after my mother died, that he just though i was being a brat. I cant blame him he never had a male figure in the house when he was a child. He never knew how to raise children.