TW: DEPRESSION/DRUGS/ATTEMPTED SUICIDE/HOUSEHOLD ABUSE/BULLYING
NOTE: This isn't numbered as it is not a recent poem. I wrote this when I was 13 years old and the title includes of course the name of my sister. The normal font is my perspective and the italic is me writing in my sister's perspective. This is all about true events.
When I was young I was bullied
I was broken and I was beaten
I was hurt and I was weakened
I was young and I felt like death
I was young and I was depressed
Though no one knew
As I hid behind my smile,
But the whole world knew
It was me that was in denial
Leave home dry and wet I’ll come late
Leave me alone and I’ll jump in a lake
Count all my pills that I take in a day
But give me too much and I’ll take me away
Make my sister hate me so
But please don’t let me go
To a place that I don’t know
O’ please do help me please
To cure of my disease
For school I want to go
And my friends all miss me so
Just go away, my disease
Oh my mom cries in her car
And my dad shouts at me so
My sister is a now show
So when outside is dark and black
I curl up tight
And cry all night
No one notices my pale skin
Or the bags under my eyes
All they notice is my language
And the way I roll my eyes
They don’t know that I don’t sleep
They don’t know it’s because I weep
They just call up my mom
And she says I’m in a bad place
But I hate when they call her
Because she’s a big worrier
And again she cries in her car
And my dad still shouts at me so
And I wish my sister was here
Because it’s the dark I fear
When I’m all alone
When I was young I was bullied
When I was young I was hurt
When I was young I was broken
But I’m still young and it worked
You don’t need to be bullied to be weakened
You don’t need to be hurt to be broken
It doesn’t take a lot
But it hurts
It hurts so much to be alone
And that’s why I cried at night
Cause I’m too weak to take a fight
But my drugs make it better
Now I take them everyday
And they drown the pain away
And now it doesn’t hurt
~ 13 year old Eve xxx
Hello again to the people who read this, what did you think of my poem? This one is very personal and involves a lot of my experiences where my sister attempted s and was taken to a mental hospital for a year when I was 11-12. Yeah it wasn't very fun. I also got diagnosed with autism and adhd a few months before this so yeah, my life was very crazy at the time.
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