Why am I here?
Have I not made it clear?
I have to keep fighting those thoughts
Thoughts that classmates have put into my head.
Thoughts that make me not want to exist.
That little devil on my shoulder telling me that.
Running across the road is fun but driving down the metaphorical highway is so much better.
Those thoughts bring me to tears
Exposing all my fears.
In front of my face,
I see the mirror changing who I am at such a fast pace.
I can feel my skin peeling off my skull.
I always believed these thoughts to be so small and so dull.
Now they have a grasp on me;
A hold.
The fingers that grip around my neck are so cold
I can't breathe
My throat is collapsing in on me.
Am I dying?
Is this how I end?
The world goes black.
Warmth fades from my body.
A voice fills the void.
No.
You are better than this.
You are better than slicing your wrists
To escape the pain of your past
You are better than ending everything so fast
You have survived physical abuse from an ex
You have survived good friends leaving you for who you are.
You have survived your own mind for 10 years
Fighting is apart of your life that depression will never defeat
Know that heroes get knocked down but they always rise to their feet.
About the Creator
Belle Simkins
I write poems and small stories that reflect my life and the past event of it. I also love to paint and draw with my puppy when I am free from the chaotic mess of life.
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