How many tears must fall down my face before you're convinced what I'm feeling is real? How many scars must I make on my skin and how much blood shall I spill? You keep saying I'm fine and brushing me off like it's something to keep under wraps. You won't even utter the word therapy or the pill I take within the walls of our house. I ask for the tests and the things that will help me so I can better myself. But since it's not exercise or healthy eating then I might as well not ask for help. The doctor says she will listen and do the best that she can, give me the forms and quizzes to see what's wrong in my head. However, she lies, say teens just do this sometimes and I sit there and wait for my session to end. They all think it's a phase like some weird teen craze all done for attention and fame. No one dare thinks that what's going on is a real issue or there's more than one thing to blame. Just be positive, look on the bright side, both things I am told a lot. It's hard to be positive when just wanting to be alive is a chore in itself. The kids who can't sit still or get tense when called on in class, get publicly humiliated for not doing the work that is asked. How can we focus, how can we work? There's a battlefield in our own minds, and we're the only ones being hurt.
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Ranting Place
RandomHeya! I just needed a place to rant and some of my rants actually turned out kinda interesting so this seemed like the right place! so these are just some rant poems/Stories (WARNING may contain content such as suicide and self harm.)
