They don't believe that you truly hate yourself.
Everyone just writes you off as an attention seeker.
They hear the things you say about yourself, and take it as a joke.
Because they don't want to believe it.
So when you try to kill yourself,
Because no one listened to your cries for help,
You'll end up in an asylum.
While the doctors are keeping you hostage
Against your will,
They'll tell you your not thinking straight,
Which you obviously aren't.
But that's not what they mean.
They'll tell you your thoughts and feelings don't matter,
Because your just a statistic.
They'll say that you don't really think your fat
That you don't really want to die,
That's just the depression speaking.
Because they don't understand it,
They just call you delusional.
Whoever decided that,
Obviously wasn't one of us.
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PoetryTRIGGER WARNING!!! A poetic take on teen suicide, depression and eating disorders, written by a disordered kid.