Depression was hating myself and everyone around me, It was hating everything. Hating myself for being how I was and how other people treated me. You can scream that you hate me as much as you want but you won't ever hate me more than I hate myself.
Looking in the mirror hating what I see and who I have become. At school, I have my walls up and I'm smiling and having fun but the moment I get home. I change, I don't want to leave my bed and harm myself like the words of others have. I know I'm not okay but I'm living with what I have and I just lost one of the best things that has happened to me. I just miss my past and that's not something I would ever say.
I miss the way I cared for my family and wasn't so selfish. I wanna be ten again, I don't wanna be the overweight girl again though. I miss the mentality I had. I miss the way I didn't care what I did or who talked about me. I don't wanna be me and that's just depressing.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
