I lay in bed crying myself to sleep
I let the hot tears run down my acne scared cheeks; I get up, I take a good look at myself. God how I hate myself, I hate every scar, every stretch, bruise, and birthmark on my body. I hate the way I look, I hate the fact I'm not smart, I hate my skin, I hate my hair and the way it curls in the humidity. I hate the way I act, I hate my voice, I hate my face, I hate the way I was born. I hate the way I fake my smiles and laughter around the people I surround myself with. I hate the fact that I even try to be enough when clearly I'm not!
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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...
