Her mind was a constant state of anxiety and depression; her mind was the worst place to be. She distracted herself with fake friends, fake smiles, fake laughter, and a fake personality. She would sit in the only place she felt safe, her bathroom. She could cry endlessly in her bathroom hoping the father in her fantasy would come, find her, kiss her on the forehead, tell her that he loves her with the sincerity of an actual loving father. She'd cry herself to sleep sometimes; her mother tried her best as a single parent but from her perspective her daughter was too lost in this void that she had created for 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...
