surviving me

the pains
the struggles
the overall hurt
and my,
at the time,
undying tunnel of darkness
starting from fifth grade onward
welcome to my past

author's note: This is writing from when I was in middle school that I would like to share. Maybe you can relate and maybe not. I hope you can learn that you are not alone and that you are allowed to feel things. If you are struggling with depression (or have something else that is really bothering you), I strongly encourage that you find someone you trust to talk to, whether it's a therapist or a friend/family member. This is a direct warning if you can't tell from the first few warning poems. (My apologies if they are bad. I swear I'm trying to edit them as I go.)