When Little Things Explode
A Series of Poems about Love, Loss, and Growing up with Depression

It was when I was five
When I fully realized
That the world I saw was dull.
I didn't want to play,
I didn't have the friends anyways.
Staying in my room
Quietly playing away
When I realized
How lonely I really was
My brothers hated us girls.
My sister,
Bullied into anorexia.
Myself,
Made fun of for everything.
I didn't grow up with her,
But I still know her pain.
But all the boys pretend
That none of it came.
As I grew,
My depression blossomed.
It hurt to exist,
But I kept on going.
I don't even know why
I wanted to die.
I just want to say now,
While I still have your time;
Please, don't do it.
Give yourself space,
Let yourself breathe.
Don't let the voices of others
Dictate your life.
Your mother,
Your father,
Your siblings and grandparents,
They all love you.
I promise,
They do.
When I was thirteen
Was when I first tried.
Nobody knew,
Nobody would see.
It ended up,
Every few months,
I would try to do it again.
None of it worked,
And I hurt while I cried,
But I'm ever so glad
That I stayed alive.
When I was sixteen,
I met a girl,
And I thought she was my entire world.
Three whole years we dated,
And I was content just talking to her behind a screen.
We made the trip to New York;
My sister and me.
It was just a day,
but I enjoyed it all.
And afterwards...
She disappeared.
Refused to talk.
Made so many excuses.
Broke my heart.
My sister knew what had happened.
I had been ghosted.
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