The scars on her arms were constant reminders of how much she hated herself. Every cut she had done to herself hoping it would bring her some relief or escape from the anxiety and depression flooded mind she harbored behind her smiles and laughter. Suicidal thoughts at twelve she had no hope for herself; lost in this mindset of hopelessness. She did not dare take her sweaters off fearing her friends would see every scar every sign that she hated herself, and that they would turn her away as they did to others. She did not make herself like this, it was them, her parents, her siblings, her friends, everyone she surrounded herself with. She couldn't remember the last time she had a dream she didn't even know her favorite color or song. Everything was made up like the characters in her stories. The school work overwhelmed her missing assignments after missing assignments work that never ended it flooded her mind with stress and anxiety. She didn't know how to cope so she used cutting herself as an attempt to silence those thoughts that lingered in her mind. Those god awful thought that had kept her up every night since she could remember. Stuck in a void she had created herself.
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Suicidal thoughts at 13
PoetryThis will be a series of poems and stories about my personal experiences and journey. It will be a place for me to express what I went through and how I'm still coping through my depression and suicidal thoughts. I want to bring awareness to this to...
