Poetry that I wrote, about my emotions, feeling and everything that I have been through |
(My thirteen-year-old self) Only thirteen years old. Such a young age. To go through so much. Through so much pain. Pain that no one should ever go through. Only thirteen years old. Going through so much. Through so much pain. From all of that bullying. And being rejected. Just turned thirteen And went into a depression. A depression that took control Of my thoughts, emotions, and feelings. Making me do things that aren't good. Making me harm myself. Distancing myself from everyone. Attempting suicide by overdose. Being put into the hospital multiple times. Now eighteen years old Barely have any friends Being emotionally abused Distanced from my family Feeling as if the world was against me And not for me. I believe that I have a purpose. That is why I'm still alive. I believe that things happen. That things happen for a reason. I have one great friend. That is better than multiple bad friends Being negative will make you miserable. And will keep you in that darkness. I know that I may not be beautiful. I may not speak right But you know what? I don't care what others say about me. I think I am beautiful in my own way And that I can make this life amazing. Not for anyone. Not for my family. Nor friends. But for myself. I control my life. I make my own choices. I make my own self-happy. What I think about myself. Is the only thing that matters. |