UNDERGOING EDITING [Highest rank 103 in Poetry 11-12-17]
[#105 in Poetry 11-02-17]
[ #139 in Poetry 10-13-17]
[#205 in Poetry 9-21-17]
We never know what to expect in life.
I take what it gives me and melt it into words that leak into Poems.
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There's something inside of me... rather, a lack of something. It gnaws away at me. It feeds me painful words...
"You aren't worth it."
"You aren't beautiful."
"You don't measure up."
"Nobody would care or notice if you're gone..."
I can't get them out of my mind. I'm being bullied at school. Argh! I can't do this much longer! I...
I need a way out of this madness...
I only know one way, my mothers medicine cabinet. I take off all the caps, tears streaming down my face as I life the bottle, then something stops me. A voice, "You are beautiful."
"You are worth it."
"There nothing to measure up to, you are you."
"You don't even know what the effects of your death would have on this town."
I clenched sink and looked at my horrid face, "but, but then why can't I do anything right? Why can't I get a single nod of approval!? I rose the bottle again, but then my arms went weak, whatever; whoever, had spoken, the truth sunk in. I was worth it. I...I am beautiful...
To those struggling with depression, N-E-V-E-R give up! You are worth more than you know! You are loved! I think you are incredible! You are you and nobody can take that! I want you to know that you aren't alone! It's a fight you can't win alone, please, please PM me if you need help! ❤️
