I have, and tried. Depression runs in heavy on both sides of my family, I have had cousins hospitalized from wanting to kill themselves. I've lost a few friends to suicide and all that on top of constant pressures plus natural depression, one day I said fuck it. Tried by cutting down my right arm, woke up in the hospital. Still wear the scars till this day. But in a way I'm proud to wear it, not because I'm proud of saying "Ayo, I just cut my arm open down the middle", but because I was able to find a source to rise above it. 2 years have gone by and the thought pops in every now and again but I've found the mental strength to push it away and out of my system.
TL DR = I tried to kill myself, failed due to being found bleeding out, and now I grew from my adversities.
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