As a teenager, you fantasize,
You believe you can make them proud.
but I couldn't
I'm what they deem a "Trouble Child" and I never grew out of it.
Now I'm Seventeen, taking college classes.
Having online high school, my junior year.
I'm stressed out, I'm on my period,
I can't stop crying.
I get in trouble for being in my room, for not taking medication.
I don't want medication If I start giving my body relief...
I'll overdose again.
then I'll be sick again...
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My Sad-Depressing-Poetry
PoetryRandom poems that aren't too cheerful? I accept all comments (good or bad) about my work and I encourage negative comments Notes: If there is any word(s) that would normally be capitalized within the poems and it isn't. I assure you that was on pu...