May 17,2015
Age:13Before:
I had real friends who I could trust
I used to think about happy things
and not once thought about cutting
I smiled and it was always real
I used to have scar free hips, wrists,
and thighs.
But.... once my "happiness" ended I
was soon sad, then depressed.
After:
I have 3 friends and barely trust them
All I can think about is cutting
I smile and now it's always fake
I have nothing but scars and scabs on
hips,wrists, and thighs.Now:
I cry myself to sleep every night
Push everyone away
Still cutting
Fake feelings
Hide my thoughts
Don't care if I die or still alive
But most importantly, I am still very
Depressed.
From here on out I made these by myself.
-Desiree
YOU ARE READING
poetry about my life
ŞiirI made these all by myself, so please don't steal these. it would mean alot. this stuff really happened or still is happening to me. Most of the poems are kinda depressing. -Desiree