Gone From The World

Gone From The World

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I locked the door behind me as the tears streamed down my face. That's it. I had enough. I was going to end this now and for all. I leaned against the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. My dark eye makeup had smeared. I slipped my hoodie off and let me dark black hair fall in my face. With shaky fingers, I grabbed the pills from the medicine cabinet. I was done, I had enough. I pulled the lid open, throwing it on the ground, and poured a handful if small white tablets and slipped them into my mouth. My name's Evelyn Brooks. I am seventeen years old. I've been raped, abused, and everything in between. My parents didn't want me. I've been pushed around from home to home. No one wants me. I am not afriad of death. To be honest, I welcome it with open arms. I've had enough of this place I call my "life". And so goodbye.
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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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