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41. Inside
- By Annie Porter
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2016
I've been depressed for about 2 years now, and no one found it out on their own. I had to tell them. I don't understand how they couldn't have seen it. This poem is about how I felt and what people should've seen.

You Didn't See The Truth In My Eyes

The lies I tell,
the truth I cry,
the secrets I keep,
they're locked up inside.

The lies I tell,
the truth I cry,
the secrets I keep,
they're locked up inside.
No one will know
the hidden side of me,
how I got so low,
how I got this deep.
The people that saw,
the ones that didn't,
they all knew,
they just didn't listen.
I wanted them to ask,
to know they cared,
to know they heard
my silent cries of sadness
that didn't subside.
But they chose to look away,
to pretend like nothing was wrong.
But the cuts I made,
the blood that fell,
the smile I faked,
they were all signs
that I was not okay.
If they saw past my words,
nothing really ever came out.
The answer was in my eyes.
They say everything I feel inside.
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42. State Of Mind
- By Sarah
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011
This poem is about depression/self harm and how much it can effect a person.

Depression is a state of mind
but remember my dear
it is a crime
to cut the throat of a beloved soul

Depression is a state of mind
but remember my dear
it is a crime
to cut the throat of a beloved soul
and suck the life from within the hole
cross out the lies that left your lips
and drink the blood with thirsty sips
snap her bones into shattered glass
hold your breath until the screaming pass
shout her name from miles away
he doesn't move he doesn't stay.

Rip the wound with foolish tears
and cover the scar with dreaded fears
taste the pain on your own bandaged tongue
and drip the tears into her precious lungs
shoot the smile from her face
and bring her to a forbidden place
screaming, she runs away
he doesn't move he doesn't stay.
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43. Fear
- By Katelyn Sherwood
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2016
Why are we afraid of ourselves? We go into such a deep state of depression that we don't know how to move on. If we could only find the light in the dark, we'd be all right.

Poem About Overcoming Sadness

Does anyone know the price I've paid?

The things running through my head never seem to end.
I want to get out,

Does anyone know the price I've paid?

The things running through my head never seem to end.
I want to get out,
but the demons in my mind walk about.

It's just an uphill battle from here,
because in reality all we fear is fear.

There've got to be better days,
a sky without rain,
feelings without pain.

Let the sun come out;
with its brightness comes hope.

Hope for a better today,
hope for a better tomorrow,
hope for a better me.
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44. The Truth
- By Caley House
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2013
I have come up with this poem as I am in eating disorder recovery. This has given me the experience, and I really just needed to get my feeling out onto the page. But don't let that fool you; I also put a lot of work into it! Also, this was originally meant to be a read out lot poem.

Poem About Struggling With An Eating Disorder

Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie

Slippery, sweet, syrupy words sticking in my brain
A lie
They won't go away no matter how much I try to send them back to where they came from
A lie
It's so hard to abstain from the succulent fruit of life
A lie
A black force telling me food was my enemy and they were my friend
A lie
They say that the home is where the heart is
A lie
But home for you it's where the torture continues
A lie
You're are worth nothing and the only way to prove yourself is to shrink and let the space around you grow
A lie
Until the space around you envelops you in its clear, perfect arms
A lie
But when society tells you you're nothing but wrong in those skinny, shiny books
A lie
Stick arms reach for sustenance the manipulator does not want
A lie
Extreme measures in which a "diet trick" went wrong
A lie
All this young girl wanted to do was belong
A lie
Trapped by her twenty four bared cage guarding a twisted, mangled heart
A lie
The slippery, sweet, syrupy voice tells her it's the only way
A lie
Two fingers are the best weapon and to use it always
A lie
Black, everything's black till you're put in the white tiled hallway
A lie
Because everything is a lie
A lie was how it started
A lie is how it continued
The truth is how it ended
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45. I Promise
- By Rianna
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015
This is about me trying to stop cutting for my boyfriend.

Poem About Things Getting Better

There is a girl
She used to live a lie
She used to cry
You wonder why

There is a girl
She used to live a lie
She used to cry
You wonder why

She had a smile on her face
But it wasn't real
She was criticized
But after a while she realized

The pain inside
Was temporary
But the scars on her skin
Reminders for her life

There was hope
She's not alone
She took off her bracelets
It's not her time yet

She smiles
The real one is staying for a while
No more hiding her pain
No more playing this game

Don't go tonight
Please hang on another night

THINGS GET BETTER

I promise
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46. A Hidden Horror
- By Jenna Burnell
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2009
I'm 14 years old, and I have a problem with cutting myself. I never meant to hurt anyone but myself when I wrote this. Right now my parents still do not know that I cut myself, but I plan to tell them soon. My friends are very concerned with my physical health. They're afraid that I will -cut myself to death-. But as I said, I'm only 14. I'm in 8th grade, and I have a problem with cutting..

Everyone has problems,
Some may be worse and some not as bad.
But when it comes to hurting yourself,
All you feel is sad...

Everyone has problems,
Some may be worse and some not as bad.
But when it comes to hurting yourself,
All you feel is sad...

Trying just to get away,
Hiding myself from the world.
Trying to make it all better,
When I'm finally becoming up-whirled...

Looking for an escape,
Just thinking I should die.
Telling my parents what they want to hear,
Knowing that it's all a lie...

I go upstairs and go through my drawer,
Then finally pull it out.
Cutting and cutting,
Until I eventually feel worn-out...

I hide it each day, everyday I live,
Just hoping no one will find out.
I don't do it to die, I just do it to let go,
And hoping someday I'll finally breakout.

Breakout of my shell and finally reveal,
A secret that has forever been sealed...

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47. Strength
- By Teagan Delgado
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2012
I hope anyone who can relate to the beginning will take this as a push to get help. You deserve to live this wonderful life and people love you. So please, ask for help! Put your pride aside! It's worth it, people want to help.

Poem About How To Stop Cutting

She hurts and she cries
No one sees the depression in her eyes
The little girl smiles for everyone to see
While she asks herself "why is it so hard to be me?"

She hurts and she cries
No one sees the depression in her eyes
The little girl smiles for everyone to see
While she asks herself "why is it so hard to be me?"
It never ends, she feels
I will never fully heal
She does things she has never understood
Cuts as a distraction from the internal pain
Finally realizing doing so, has no gain
She wants to save herself
Takes the blades off her shelf
Finds the courage deep inside
Screams I don't want to die
She is better now
When others ask her how
She replies,
Life is beautiful, that's not a lie.
I'm going to do great things in the life I have ahead of me and you can too
Follow me and I'll show you
Watch the breeze; blow the leaves on the trees
Let it blow away negative thoughts and feelings, because it's time to be free
You can beat this, I know you can
Because that little girl that smiled through her pain, with tears in her eyes...
She did, she survived.
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48. Trapped Inside
- By Ashtyn White
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011
I don't really know if this is a poem, but it's just how it is for me. It describes what I am going through right now, how hard my life is. How different I am from before. Nobody knows the real me, only the angel on the outside. But beneath that, there's more.

Trapped inside this body,
Imprisoned here against my will.
No choice my own.
Every move decided by this angel who has taken possession of this body.

Trapped inside this body,
Imprisoned here against my will.
No choice my own.
Every move decided by this angel who has taken possession of this body.
On the surface you see a happy girl,
smiles, laughter, the whole package.
But beneath that...
in the core...
there's a Demon
just waiting to come out the moment that pretty little angel leaves.
It's only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose and that ugly demon rips free.
Taking full control of me.
Me? No, not me. My body.
I have been gone for a long time..
and chances are, I'm not coming back.
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49. Complications
- By Natalie Mervin
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2012
I haven't been through half the things I describe in the poem I wrote, but I do know that lots of people do go through stuff like abuse, self harm, feeling unloved etc. I've been a cutter since I was 14 and it's hard to stop but then I think to myself about all the people who want to give their life away and realize I might not have it as bad as I thought. I write poetry like this so people know they're not alone and there are people in the world like them.

Do you wanna know her?
Do you wanna try?
Her life's a little complicated
Let me tell you why,

Do you wanna know her?
Do you wanna try?
Her life's a little complicated
Let me tell you why,
She feels unloved unwanted
She cries 6 times a day
Her heart is nearly broken
She's in a lot of pain
She cuts herself to feel
That's how she plays her games
She smiles at the blade
Like blood is summer rain

Do you still wanna know her?
Do you still wanna try?
Her life's still a little complicated
Let me tell you why,
Besides her scars from cutting
She's got bruises everywhere
Her mother tends to hit her
And doesn't even care
Her dads an alcoholic
He screams and yells at night
And when he's finally finished
He says she'll be alright

So are you scared to know her?
Are you scared to try?
Do you think her life's a little complicated?
If not let me tell you why,
She screams and cries for help
Maybe a way out
She's trapped in a world of hate
A world of lies and tears
She lies on her bed at night
And wonders "Why am I still here?"
And when she falls asleep
Nightmares haunt her dreams

So are you still scared to know her?
Are you still scared to try?
You think her life's complicated?
Too late that girl died,
They found her on her bed
Her throat slit every which way
They waved her death away
Like it was a everyday thing
She didn't deserve to die
She deserved to live
But I guess when you live in hell
Heaven always wins.
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50. Breaks Me
- By Raeanne Laudato
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011
My name is Raeanne, I'm eighteen. When I was fourteen years old, I attempted suicide. The razor was my friend, not my enemy. I'm not afraid to share my story, to share what I've been through. I see all these kids now who are dealing with what I went through, the bullying, the torment, the name calling, the feeling that's there no help. But there is, and I'm here to instill hope in their hearts, to show them that they're not alone, though they may think they are. There's always someone who cares.

Beating The Cutting Addiction

I walk through these halls, I take note of it all.
I notice the tans, the fads and even those designer bags.
I hear the names being called, I notice the lies.
I feel the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.

I walk through these halls, I take note of it all.
I notice the tans, the fads and even those designer bags.
I hear the names being called, I notice the lies.
I feel the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.

I sit in the corner, the last desk of the row.
like a black and white picture fading away.
the point, the stare, their laughter fills the air.
no sleeves to hide what I've done, only a painted veil.

I remember that night, the night they all laugh about.
if only they were there, if only they knew, what this game could do to you.

The screams were loud, my door was locked, the bruise was bold.
The steel was cold, my skin was warm, the room was dark, my tears were not shown.
I fell to my knees, I looked to the sky; I at least tried to cry.
the crimson river was like a rush, and then I saw the ocean that flowed.
I cut too deep, but I didn't care; anything to not be here.
I felt like air, I fell to the ground, and then I couldn't hear a sound.

I next woke up in a hospital bed, my mother was crying.
My father beside me. They told me they loved me, they kissed and hugged me.
They showed me they loved me, they actually care.
and they took me away from there, to Pennsylvania.

A few years later, I sit here, writing this poem, remembering that year.
I'm different now. I have many friends, I have a true love, I have my own life.
Sadness is gone, the anger has vanished, and now I no longer cut for satisfaction.
I beat the addiction; I feel so much stronger,
but I keep these scars as a reminder.
What breaks me, makes me.
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51. Master Of Disguise
- By Lkglauren
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2016
I have been struggling with depression, self-harm, anxiety, and eating disorders, so I turned to writing poetry to help me. This poem is about disguising my problems while wanting someone to notice/care.

Poem About Hiding Depression And Eating Disorders

She is skillful at deceiving.
No one even has a clue.
Her pretty words are weaving
Throughout the souls of me and you,

She is skillful at deceiving.
No one even has a clue.
Her pretty words are weaving
Throughout the souls of me and you,
But in the late parts of the evening,
When her mind is way past due,
The skin of hers starts bleeding
And her act becomes askew.
Her eyes are actually pleading,
Saying her words aren't always true,
And her heart is really needing
Life to begin anew.
So if at night you see her sneaking,
Hold her till the morning's hue,
Because her heart is barely beating,
And she doesn't know if she'll make it through.
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52. Mixed Emotions
- By Heather Hauge
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009
My life isn't easy to explain my problems aint half as bad as what they could be but I know that by writing I can keep them from getting worse......

inside I'm crying
outside I'm smiling
no one notices
but it’s hard for me to control this

inside I'm crying
outside I'm smiling
no one notices
but it’s hard for me to control this
when you see me walk by
it doesn't look like it but I want to die
thoughts racing through my head
then comes the tears that I shed
how can I change
all the tears and rage
you say you understand
and all I need is a helping hand
that may be true
but first take a walk in my shoes
sadness, angers, and unbearable pain
you'll be taking a walk full of nothing but shame
as time moves slower
my self-esteem gets lower
am I nothing to this world
or am I just a worthless teenage girl?
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53. Do You Care
- By Cassidy
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011
I'm twelve years old, and I live with my mom. I honestly love my mom, but I have come to realize she doesn't care about my depression, and it hurts. I can't get out of it and it suffocates me. Since I don't live with anyone else, I have no one to go to. This is my poem about my life.

Mom Do You Care About My Depression

I sit and wait for you to be there.
Sometimes I wonder if you even care.
I sit and I cry waiting for the end.
All you do is sit there and pretend

I sit and wait for you to be there.
Sometimes I wonder if you even care.
I sit and I cry waiting for the end.
All you do is sit there and pretend
That I'm not there and the depression
Isn't real; You lie to yourself.
You lie to me; As I sit in a corner
And weep and weep. It's to hard to swallow
Too hard to breathe.
The mask is coming undone
Revealing the pain, revealing the sorrow.
I sit and yell, I feel so alone.
You yell and you scream
I feel like a pathetic waste,
Lost in a sea of lies.
I feel like this depression
Will never die.
Can somebody help?
Will anybody help me escape?
I'm begging now, just for an out
I scream your name, but you're not there.
Finally, I realize you don't care.
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54. How I Feel
- By Wendy Nikole
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010
Does anyone know
How I feel?
Feeling so alone
And so empty

Does anyone know
How I feel?
Feeling so alone
And so empty
My eyes are blank and my smile is fake
You can't just read me
You just have to know me
The tears that escape me
As I remember all the things
That went wrong
Or what it could of been like
On the outside I smile
On the inside I feel so dead to the world
Like I'm invisible
Not worth knowing
Useless and pointless
I lay awake for hours on end
Wishing everything away
I ask god
Why me?
Why do I have to suffer
For someone else's stupidity
God
What am I to you?
Someone you can toy around with
Someone you can hurt?
Well guess what God
I'm done!
I just want to disappear
And cry
Like spurting blood
Why is it I can bleed to death
But I can't cry to death?
I'm trying so hard
To gain control
Over what was once mine
My life
I feel like I don't matter
I feel like I'm better off dead
Better off not existing
Better off without love...
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55. I Must Be Lying
- By Maria Vieyra
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013
This is just one of the many poems that I write sometimes. I'm not currently suicidal, though. This was a while ago. I hope you like it. Please comment!

Sometimes I wish I could admit things
Even if it's all just a lie.
Sometimes I wish I could forget things,
But memories never die.

Sometimes I wish I could admit things
Even if it's all just a lie.
Sometimes I wish I could forget things,
But memories never die.
I let myself drown in insanity.
I can't find my personality.
A demon has taken over.
It's like I'm drunk but sober.
The world around me twists and turns.
My heart inside me bleeds and burns.
The people I thought I knew
Have turned against me, I had no clue
I can't remember the days or the past
But it doesn't matter, my days here won't last.
You see, I've got something on my mind
Something known as suicide,
A solution for the one I cannot find.
Just to put my life aside
A solution for the problem I cannot solve
When everything around me seems to dissolve.
Should I be a friend and care in return?
Or should my emotions simmer and burn?
Why does this even matter, really?
It's just stupid and silly.
I sit around as life continues.
My life is pointless, there is no use.
I'm tired of trying.
Yeah, I'm smiling,
But inside I'm dying.
I must be lying,
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56. Cry Silently In A Corner
- By Juleen Adams
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2009
I was crying and that was the first thing I thought about

Cry quietly in a corner
Don't make a big scene
Don't let anyone think something's wrong
Remember not to be mean

Cry quietly in a corner
Don't make a big scene
Don't let anyone think something's wrong
Remember not to be mean

Cry quietly in a corner
Don't drown anyone in your sorrow
You only have to live through today
You can kill yourself tomorrow

Cry quietly in a corner
Shield yourself from the world
For all they know you just like to cause trouble
Just a bratty little girl

Cry quietly in a corner
Don't let them see your pain
What's the most that they can do, help?
But what from that can you gain?

Cry quietly in a corner
They'll never know what's wrong
When you try to tell he says
"Those damn emo songs"

Cry quietly in a corner
Like the whiner they think you are
Like they care about the reason
Your wrist looks like it has bars
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57. Some Call It Crazy
- By Cassandra Johnson
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007
This poem is about the addiction of feeling pain through cutting and wanting to be free from it.

I'm Addicted To Cutting Myself

Some call it crazy
Some say it's sick
But I think it's freedom
The pain is fierce but quick

Some call it crazy
Some say it's sick
But I think it's freedom
The pain is fierce but quick
Some say that it's a sin
Just a little to risqué
But it helps release the pain
That I go through every day
The blade is sharp and cold
As it runs across my skin
Leaving me to ponder
And decide how deep I cut in
The icy chill running down my spine
Makes me feel at ease
I no longer feel like a coward
Messing up on everything with every breath I breathe
But some days I want to stop
Feeling like everything's wrong
Trying to let go of the blade
Sometimes I can but not for long
It's like I'm addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in my veins
Leaving me feeling confused and alone
Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained
Burned into my skin forever
Becoming a part that I cannot escape
Sometimes I just want to hurt all over
To scream at the top of my lungs until they break
I want to escape from my sadness
It's taking over me
Why can't I just rest
Why won't it let me be
I just want to be free
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58. Ode To Bruce Perry
- By Karen R. Lafountain
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2014
Poem about a teen's suicide. Bruce Perry, at 17, took his own life while in a classroom in Bedford, Mass. This tragic suicide is just one of so many that we hear about, and I wrote this in hopes that people reading my plea will stop and get help.

Poem About The Tragedy Of Teen Suicide

One more youth was lost today;
He shot himself in front of his classmates.

A cigarette in one hand, the gun in the other,

One more youth was lost today;
He shot himself in front of his classmates.

A cigarette in one hand, the gun in the other,
A name faintly whispered, maybe his mother's.

He seemed OK, a well-liked guy;
Nobody knew he wanted to die.

So he took his life because no one could hear;
His silent torment ended this year.

It seems so senseless, useless too,
For not long after you're gone, no one remembers you!

Was it so bad? What were you thinking?
Could you not reach out? Did you know you were sinking?

Hey, we've all been down; life can be so cruel;
Hiding our fears, playing it cool.

If anyone else is out there trembling inside,
Finger on a trigger, trying to decide,

Please stop, talk to a friend!
Let someone know your rope's at its end!

Perhaps you are thinking, "Who gives a damn?"
Well, I do, I understand!

And I am patiently waiting;
Just hold out your hand!
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59. You Say You Know Me
- By Haley
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2011
just a bunch of dumbo jumbo I never get to say....I wish someone would ask me what's wrong, instead of sitting there

I love the pain it brings me,
I don't know why
The pain is my pleasure,
as I sit there and cry.

I love the pain it brings me,
I don't know why
The pain is my pleasure,
as I sit there and cry.

Cry myself to sleep,
I wake up to an annoying beep.
The beep of my alarm.
Waking me from my dream

My dreams, my own personal wonderland.
I love it there
I can actually be happy and free.
Without the chains of depression dragging me down.

People say I'm the happiest person they know.
Always bubbly and free.
But I guess they don't know me.

My mask, the one I've been carrying since as long as I can remember,
Has been there for me. The one thing I can count on.
I fake my emotions.
As I have been for the past 13 years.

13 years of sorrow
tears
pain
fears

13 years of lies,
I wish I could just say goodbye.
Goodbye to it all.

I'm done,
it's over.
I hate what I've become.
what I choose to be done isn't up to me
I've never gotten to choose who I want to be.

I love the pain it brings me,
I don't know why
The pain is my pleasure,
as I sit there and cry.
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60. Only Me
- By Shelbyneva
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011
Teenage Misfit

She cuts where no one can see,
No happiness is the only weakness in me.
She hides the pain,
Although it's almost making her go insane.

She cuts where no one can see,
No happiness is the only weakness in me.
She hides the pain,
Although it's almost making her go insane.
She screams where no one can hear,
But it's almost to much to bear.

If you could only see,
Then you might know what it's like to be me.
If you could only feel,
Then you might see what she has to do to deal.
If you ever learned,
She knows you would be concerned.

She will never show you,
So you will never know what she goes through.
She will never let you in,
But she apologizes for her sins.
She will never speak a word about it,
Because then everyone will know she's a misfit.
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Depression Poems by Teens - Page 3

41. Inside

I've been depressed for about 2 years now, and no one found it out on their own. I had to tell them. I don't understand how they couldn't have seen it. This poem is about how I felt and what people should've seen.

42. State Of Mind

This poem is about depression/self harm and how much it can effect a person.

43. Fear

Why are we afraid of ourselves? We go into such a deep state of depression that we don't know how to move on. If we could only find the light in the dark, we'd be all right.

44. The Truth

I have come up with this poem as I am in eating disorder recovery. This has given me the experience, and I really just needed to get my feeling out onto the page. But don't let that fool you; I also put a lot of work into it! Also, this was originally meant to be a read out lot poem.

45. I Promise

This is about me trying to stop cutting for my boyfriend.

46. A Hidden Horror

47. Strength

I hope anyone who can relate to the beginning will take this as a push to get help. You deserve to live this wonderful life and people love you. So please, ask for help! Put your pride aside! It's worth it, people want to help.

48. Trapped Inside

I don't really know if this is a poem, but it's just how it is for me. It describes what I am going through right now, how hard my life is. How different I am from before. Nobody knows the real me, only the angel on the outside. But beneath that, there's more.

49. Complications

50. Breaks Me

51. Master Of Disguise

I have been struggling with depression, self-harm, anxiety, and eating disorders, so I turned to writing poetry to help me. This poem is about disguising my problems while wanting someone to notice/care.

52. Mixed Emotions

My life isn't easy to explain my problems aint half as bad as what they could be but I know that by writing I can keep them from getting worse......

53. Do You Care

I'm twelve years old, and I live with my mom. I honestly love my mom, but I have come to realize she doesn't care about my depression, and it hurts. I can't get out of it and it suffocates me. Since I don't live with anyone else, I have no one to go to. This is my poem about my life.

54. How I Feel

55. I Must Be Lying

This is just one of the many poems that I write sometimes. I'm not currently suicidal, though. This was a while ago. I hope you like it. Please comment!

56. Cry Silently In A Corner

I was crying and that was the first thing I thought about

57. Some Call It Crazy

This poem is about the addiction of feeling pain through cutting and wanting to be free from it.

58. Ode To Bruce Perry

Poem about a teen's suicide. Bruce Perry, at 17, took his own life while in a classroom in Bedford, Mass. This tragic suicide is just one of so many that we hear about, and I wrote this in hopes that people reading my plea will stop and get help.

59. You Say You Know Me

just a bunch of dumbo jumbo I never get to say....I wish someone would ask me what's wrong, instead of sitting there

60. Only Me