Depression Poem by Teens

Changing For The Better

I am a living, breathing piece of art; I am proof that things can change, and I am proud to be the new me.

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That is so amazing. It really touched me because I nearly killed myself because I used to self-harm I don't do it anymore, but sometimes I'm tempted, but I get through it and you will too!...

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The New Me

Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the Author.

Sometimes it gets better.
Sometimes you heal.
Sometimes my eyes get wetter
Waiting for these scars to heal.

The scars on the outer,
The scars on the inner.
I scream and I cry louder and louder.
My voice just gets tired and my lifeline much thinner.

That was the old me,
The scared me,
The dying.
That was the hurt me,
The bleeding me,
The crying.

The night that I changed is still so clear.
I swallowed those pills with not a single fear.
I stumbled and fell, but I didn't care.
No more crying, no cutting, not one more blank stare.

The pain was unbearable; what had I done?
I haven't lived yet, my life had just begun.
I awoke my guardian, to the clinic we went.
I slept off the pills and awoke to resent.

I felt so ill, inside and out.
I went to a center and learned all about
How to be fine, how to live without
The blades and the pills; it's all over now.

Meet the new me.
She's smiling but scarred.
Meet the new me.
She shoots for the stars.
Meet the new me.
She's doing fine.
Meet the new me.
She tries and she strives.
Meet the new me.
She's glad she's alive.

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