I was 12 ,
in pain of depression,
and wanted to end my life.
I was tired
mentally
There were scars,
on my wrists,
And I did not,
hide them from
anyone.
A reminder,
I WAS 12.
When I was
12
I TRIED to
kill myself, but I
failed to.
Now I'm scared,
to try again
just in case I
FAIL ONCE AGAIN.
YOU ARE READING
A Book for Me.
PoetryBlack dog ; a metaphorical expression referring to melancholy or depression.
