Age: 13 1/2
My new best friend is a knife
He helps me deal with depression
He hurts me sometimes but I like it
that way.
When I see red on my hips and wrists,
I thank him for being there.
When no one is there for me or not
answering my texts.
I take him out of his hiding place.
If you looked at my wrist and asked
what happened I would lie.
So my best friend won't get in trouble
This is the way I cope with my
depression.
And without it I would most likely die
YOU ARE READING
poetry about my life
PoetryI 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
