So I paint and draw and really art well. And since I've become depressed a lot of my works are so deadly and sad and scary to those who don't understand depression.
Unfortunately that's almost everyone I know, they laughed and called me crazy when I got depression. Saying I should be locked up and treated in an asylum. I'm not crazy first of all so sorry if I seem that way.
When they first saw my art going this way they said "it's a short phase" "see told you Charlotte is better at it" and ect.
You know the reason I do it is so I don't have to think about it or talk I can show it to someone and they should understand what I m going through.
I have a war gojng on in myself and no one can see it and I get hurt when it shows.
Well congrats everyone I won't paint it anymore or at least not where it's healthy. I started using the maroon water color paint more and more. I first did this last month on my wrists but now my therapist found it and told me I'm weak and she's disappointed.
So shame on me
Shame
Shame
Shame!
All my head screams is insults and death warrants against me. I tried 2 only told them once. My first was when I was in 7th grade and my last try was in 9th grade.
I'm a failure mom.
There you heard it, now will you be happy.
Look at what you've made me.
Bloody torn fat thighs
Scarred wrists
Swollen eyes
Greasing unwashed hair
But
That's what your plan was wasn't it?
YOU ARE READING
"I'm Fine"
Non-FictionThis starts as a story (which is mine) but I decided to just make this my journal thing. I will let y'all get to know me when I get 15 views. And someone comments. Like my name I'm lonely. **** this may be triggering****
