“A 15 years old, grade 10 student found dead in her own house. The said student committed suicide using her own medals.”
some might smile looking at their hard earned medals displayed in their house. proud smiles knowing they earned it and they deserved it. reminiscing the days they got those medals, the proud smiles of their parents and of course the reassuring words that they were enough and that they're proud of them. the tears that were shed and the satisfied feeling. but as i see those medals of mine, i only remember nothing but suffering. i can only smile bitterly. yes, i deserved those. i earned it with hard work. but the satisfied feeling never came to me. the proud smiles that i never saw. i never received reassuring words nor the "i'm proud of you" that i've been craving for so long.
for every time i see my medals, i can only imagine myself, hanging from the ceiling, the medals used for my own death. what a great way to die, eh?
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Unpleasant thoughts of a confused teenager.
Poetryjust a bunch of depressive thoughts.
