I’ve been called boring,

I’ve been told I am miserable,

Weird, odd, names of derision,

Not our kind, useless,

Straight up to my face

That I was going to Hell,

That they wished I hadn’t survived

The experience of self-harm,

That I was a disappointment,

That I wasn’t loved,

That she wished she hadn’t turned up

To our wedding,

Three hours after saying I do,

On a train to London as we set off