I sat in her classroom silently
I took a seat at my normal stool next to her desk
The darkness that once surrounded me has return
It took the train and stop at my station
And now my unwanted guest won't go back home
She watch me from behind her desk
Analyzing every inch of my pale white face
From the small frown that laid upon my lips
To the tired eyes from crying late at night
She took notice to the sweater I was wearing
Because deep down inside she knew what hid beneath it
"What's wrong?" She tried to ask
I shrug my shoulders and look away
But of course she wasn't going to give up
She loved me too much for that
I started to play with a toy on her desk
Flipping it over and over again as she ask more questions
"Why are you sad?"
"What happen?"
"Why aren't you talking to me?"
"Is there more?"
I stop flipping my toy and instantly felt my heart drop in my stomach
I always hated that question
I mutter a quiet "yes" and continue with my actions
At this point I wasn't going to get rid of her
"How deep?" She wonder
I shrug again "Not that bad"
For a couple of minutes we were quiet
And then she laid her hand on top of mine and stop me from my distraction
I slowly raised my eyes to her face and the first thing she said was
"Baby you need help"
I huffed
Help?
Who was going to be able to help me?
I have a disease that cannot be treated
No matter how hard I try to get rid of my depression it always returns
I'm too far down deep to get help now
I ignored her concern and shut down her words
I didn't want to hear it nor did I care anymore
But that wasn't going to stop her from trying
She look me straight into eyes
And with a very serious tone said
"I refuse to lose you"
In that instant twleve million thoughts ran through my head
What does she mean by that?
I refuse to lose you
She already lost me a long time ago
The girl I once was is no longer here
She died and the only thing left is the memory of her
I refuse to lose you
Almost didn't make sense until I slowly realize what she meant
You see, I wasn't just some random kid in her class
I was her daughter in every certain way
She cherish me like I was her own
And took care of me during some of my darkness times
We might of not been related in DNA
But we were defaintly connected by heart
I watch as her beautiful face cripled in pain
Her deep blue eyes grew very sad and she lost her shining white smile
It was right there that I begin to have so many regrets
I regret not telling her sooner about what was going
I regret not being honest with her in the first place
I regret my entire decision making process and wish I could take it back
Because I never wanted to hurt her in this way
I tried so hard to do everything to make her happy
If she was having a bad day
I was right there with something to make her feel better
She was my mother and I loved her oh so very much
Too bad I didn't think about that when I decided to relapse
She stood from her chair and walk around her desk
I stayed on my stool as she hug me from behind and began to play with my hair
We watch as the other kids in the classroom goof around and act like fools
She ask if I was mad at her and of course I said no
I'm sure she didn't believe it but trust me when I say it was true
I could never be mad at her
She didn't do anything wrong
The bell rang and I got up from my safe place
Grab my bag and left the room
She didn't saying anything else and instead let me go
Which was probably one of the hardest things for her to ever do
But my story isn't over
When you find someone who sees the true beauty in you
Loves you even when your being the wrong side of you
Please keep a tight hold of them
Because they are the people who will walk with you
Through the ups and the downs
And still hold a special place for only you in their heart
If I could go back to that day
And replay her words "I refuse to lose you"
Instead of shutting her away
The first thing I would of told her is..
"I love you"
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Broken Crayons Still Color
PoetryA series of poems covering topics such as love, family, depression, anxiety, self harm, and so much more. Goal: to spread awareness and touch the lives of those who have suffer from the hands of others or struggle mentally. Because broken crayons st...