This delves more into my depression, or what it was. I no longer feel this way. I'm really happy as of right now. I haven't hit the best part of my life yet, and my life is nowhere near figured out, but I'm actually fine. I can finally say that with honesty. I'm still super sensitive and emotional, but I can handle that more than I could ever handle what depression did to me.
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I thought there was something wrong
As if the problem was me
At 10-years-old, I knew I was angry
At 11-years-old, I didn't know what I was feeling
By 12-years-young; too young if you ask me, I wanted to die
But why?
I didn't know what it was called
How to describe the pain in my mind, the ache in my chest
The sickening thoughts that didn't rest
Until I went to middle school
Awe, the "right of passage"
I'd be thirteen soon
And I'd meet new people,as I did
But I never expected to learn
That the unmistakable pain that I was going through, that I was feeling
Was depression
I heard that everyone got depressed
But there are certain degrees to everything
And I was the worst case scenario
"Suicidal"
I wasn't sure at first
I didn't necessarily want to die
As I still believe no one does
But it just hurt too much to live
I wanted the pain to end
And it wasn't like I was the in that mindset all of the time
Outside, at school
You'd never know
I was so happy, carefree
But when I got home
I was alone
All the time in the world to think
And that's the worst thing anyone could've left me with
My thoughts
My worst enemy
My ultimate downfall
My mind
I was always praised for how smart I am
How quick I learn
Wise beyond my years
But what they'd never know
Is that my mind was killing me
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What truly breaks my heart is that depression is occurring in people younger and younger. No one should have to go through that, let alone at such a young age, a child. When I was in middle school, I knew almost 20 students who harmed themselves frequently. People tell you that you should've asked for help, but a lot of us actually do. Maybe, we didn't outright say, "Can you help me?" but a lot of us go to family and people we trust, only to be told what we already know, "you need help."
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