A collection of poems

Emotional Baby Boy

I wasn't an emotional child. I cried when I fell, scraped my knees, the usual.

Seven. That's when it feels like my life split. Became new, something horrible.

Ten. The hatred began to seep, flow, deep in my veins. Fat. Disgusting. What are these on my chest? What is going on?

Twelve. Depression creeps, looms. I am aware, and I allow it. No one knows.

Thirteen. The first cuts. I tried purging. Not for me. Covered in scars and fresh cuts. Confused. So fucking lost. Who am I?

Fifteen. Hi, I'm Kaiden. Hi, I'm a boy. Oh, you don't believe me? What's new.

Sixteen. Hi, I'm Kayden. Koda. Drew. Koda. Who the fuck am I? Still don't believe me.

Seventeen, now. Thought I was better. Incorrect. Relapse. The worst it's been since Thirteen. I am ready to die, again.

I guess the older I got, the more emotional I became.

Welcome to the world, emotional baby boy.