I'm afraid of living.
That my life and depression would get worse.
I don't plan on making it to 14 or 15 years old.
I'm afraid that others will find out.
or that my family will find out.
My parents call people like me childish and attention seekers.
I'm afraid of going to bed every night.
Every night I'm scared and alone in my thoughts thinking about what if I died today?
or tomorrow? Or any time soon?
I'm terrified of waking up in the moring,
I'm scared that when the next time I cut, I won't stop till I die.
I'm afraid of if I make it to when I'm an adult and my children see my scars, I'm scared of what they might say.
I'm afraid of talling them I had a sad, bad, sepressing child hood.
And, the worse part, is they might think it's okay to do it to them selves.
I'm afraid to eat because I get called fat.
I'm scared of breaking down one day in class and not being able to control it.
I'm terrified that I've gone crazy.
I'm scared of how weak I am.
I am afraid of my self.
