Poems About Everythings

Dear Parents

(1) Dear Parents, Adults and anyone who has something shitty to say about teenagers

I have two things to say

Fuck you!

Who the hell do you think you are?

Most adults call teenagers lazy, selfish, spoiled, rude, and fragile but have you ever stopped to think. What's it like to be a teenager in today's society. That school is a lot harder than when you went to school.

That there is a lot more pressure put on us. Pressure from you adults to do better in school. Even though a good share of adults probably wouldn't be able to do the math that us teens do now. Pressure from their peers to send nudes through text messages. TO sleep with their boyfriend or girlfriend. TO drink, to get high. TO go kill themselves. DO you adults ever stop to think.

That teenage suicide is the 2nd cause of death, for teens 13 to 24. Some adults make comments about how they were bullied as a kid. That it's a part of life. This may be so, but when they went home. They were no longer being bullied. That's not so with today teenagers. When they get home the bullying doesn't stop. They are bullied online throughout text messages and some are bullied by parents and siblings. TO they point they can't take it anymore. That they commit suicide.

(5) As she sits there in class, a smile pasted on her face laughing with her friends. "Nothing could be wrong with her I mean she is smiling so she is fine," they said. " She is always happy," they said. "She just wasn't hungry," they said. Little did they know that when she got home the first thing she would do is go to her room and cry and not come out until she couldn't cry anymore. She told her parents she already ate a lot at lunch but really she skipped lunch and breakfast for the last week.

Her parents didn't know about the monsters in her head. When she took a shower she would come out with red puffy eyes but she blamed it on the hot water. She knew she couldn't do this much longer but held up until she couldn't anymore. When that day came she got home from school and instead of crying she grabbed a piece of paper and she wrote seven simple words "are you proud of your precious" then she grabbed the rope and tied it to her ceiling fan and then around her neck. She barely whispered the words "I'm sorry" and with that, she stepped off her chair.

Her mom comes into her room and sees the child she raised from birth hanging breathless from a rope. Then her mother grabs the note and sees those words she instantly started to cry. She holds onto her baby but then sees the cuts on her wrists and how skinny she's gotten. Then her dad walks in first seeing her mom sobbing and then seeing her, he doesn't cry he just holds his daughter, holds her until the ambulance comes and in the ambulance. "Everyday she was happy," they said. When in reality they just couldn't see the demon behind her smile.

Depression isn't always crying your mascara off in the shower and playing a sad song in bed. Sometimes it's not wanting to talk to anyone for days and other times it's desperately needing to be around people. Sometimes depression is having no appetite even though you haven't eaten anything since yesterday and sometimes it's eating everything you have in the fridge. Depression isn't your lover holding you and telling you it's going to be okay. 

It's sitting across the table, not eating, having them ask you what's wrong and knowing that you're ruining their night because you can't seem to snap out of it and just be happy. It's the frustrating feeling of desperately wanting to enjoy something and just fucking be normal for once. It's keeping things a secret from the people you love because you don't want them to look at you like you're broken. No, depression isn't beautiful black and white images. Depression is lonely and frustrating and mostly just fucking exhausting.

(10) There's a small few who are tired of hurting. That they take it out on others. Which leads to teenagers afraid of another school shooting. Afraid that we or a friend will die. So we want something done. We want to feel safe when we go to school. We want to no longer feel tired and depressed. We want adults to understand how hard it is to be a teenager. Yet we're called lazy, selfish, spoiled, rude, and fragile. Instead of smart, unselfish, kind, outstanding, strong, and beautiful.

Midnight thoughts

P.S. Depression isn't trendy.