im 19, im too experienced with the dark side of the world. i started as a happy child up till second grade i was 7. after going through 6 years of emotional and physical abuse from a woman who was supposed to be my mother, i ran away. ill be honest ive attempted suicide 8 times, but ive been clean for cutting for over a year now. i smoke cigarettes  to quell the cravings to hurt myself and others the feeling of controlling a drag makes me calm. alot of what i write on here will seem very depressing and the majority of it is poems  because thats what i am best at writing. i hope you can take the time to see the meanings in the stories i write.  none of these are a cry for help, i have help. i tap into the darkest parts of my depression when i write i empty my soul out in words. i am just 16 dont criticize my writing two much this is an outlet for me to calm myself and be happy. dont take that away from me. after i lost my best friend february of '18 i struggle to be happy. dont take that.