Inspirational Poem by Teens

Getting Help

I'm 16, and every day I face depression and suicidal thoughts... I didn't know what to do anymore, besides take the broken glass and cut. I hate how am I, so I went back to my counselor and told her how I've been doing. I told her the truth...hopefully it helps.

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Published: August 2012

You might not understand it, you might just ask why
That all I want to do is just lay down and die.

I tried to get help; I tried to see the light,
But no matter what I did, I just couldn't win the fight.

It was more than it seemed, it was more than you thought,
Though sadly a little is all you caught.

I attempted to do the wrongs; I attempted to let life go.
Now I wear long sleeves, afraid my attempts will show.

I knew this wasn't the right place, I knew I had to get out,
So I took my courage, and I let it shout.

I did the thing I was afraid of; I did the thing I didn't like
And told someone my story, so that suicide wouldn't strike.

I don't like to talk, I don't like to share,
But I know this was best before I start not to care.

I will see the doctor soon, I will make it through.
I know if I do, you can make it too.


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  • 8 years ago

Hey I had Depression and I looked to God and he delivered me and saved me, because through him anything is possible!

  • Unknown by Unknown, Ashland
  • 8 years ago

My best friend suffers depression. I look only to stop her from causing her self harm.
My grandma had died. Then the next day my other grandma died. My best friend had moved to Illinois. I was lonely, lost, failing in school. I tried to get help but no one thought I was serious. If bringing a razor to my skin didn't prove I needed help then what did? I cried myself to sleep for a week until I realized...
without change butterflies would not exist.
everything happens for a reason.
why harm yourself... isn't enough harm done already?
I looked at my scars and the world made sense again, killing my self would kill others; the world needs change; and I needed to move on.
I got my life back in shape and no one knows that I had ever considered suicide.

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