Thank you

Dear Death,

Thank you for not coming for me when I was thirteen and starving. I thought I would see you then as I blacked out in a room that wasn't mine.

Thank you for not coming for me when I was fifteen and tired from the sticks and stones being thrown. I thought I could meet you half way.

Thank you for not coming for me when I was eighteen and thought myself worthless and unnecessary. I was stopped before you could knock on my door.

Thank you for not coming for me when I was twenty-two. My heart had broken and I felt nothing so why live anymore. If not for friends and family I would have been in your arms.

Thank you for not coming for me when I was beaten up, bloodied, and bruised. Locked in a garage and tired from the pain, I thought about coming to see you again. I grabbed a cord and I grabbed my phone...I would have seen you that day if my cats hadn't have cried.

Thank you again for not coming for me. I've finally grown quite fond of living. I'm safer now and I'm on my own. I'm glad when I called for you, you never answered your phone.

Please keep ignoring me for now, I have a life to live and I finally know how.