She was depressed
But her life was going well.
She wanted more
She wanted purpose
She wanted control.
She was tired of her usual day in, day out.
Go to school
Go home
Do work
Go to sleep
Wake up
Do it all over again
She fell into a hole
A hole of depression that lets her know she have nothing
If she died now who would remember her besides her family.
After a while she decided to cut
But not cut since her mother would see if she did.
She scraped.
For a month
Barely drawing blood most times
Mere raises were the norm.
After a while someone found out
Since several raises turned to light white marks on her cocoa skin
Whoever they were, told her mother
Who accused her of being an attention seeker?
She had to stop "scraping" but that doesn’t mean her depression ceased.
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My collection of random poems
PoetryIntro There is no set mood or title for these poems it's just anything that has come to mind. Most might be depressing :( . Enjoy!
