Danger Zone

January 16, 2013

At night my worst fears come alive. As I lay in my bed, unable to find rest, I hear and see things I know are not so in the present. I see the past but even more scarily I see the future. I see things that are dreadful. I see things that are full of pain and sorrow. I see no hope in the future so all I ask is for help to change that. I need people to stand up and fight with me but they can’t if I don’t get up first. I have to stand up and be strong even though my worlds falling apart around me. I need to take the time to realize the benefits of not hiding in a shell but it’s hard. I need to find help soon. I see no point in hanging around if the future l be as I’ve seen. Oh, how I worry about then. What will we do? Who will we turn to?

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I lost the one person i really cared about when i was 7. Now i am ok with it.. Well as ok as you can be. I lost others but he was the worst one. I became emo and suicidal. I am getting better now but to me, Suicide is extreme. It effects everyone around. I want to help others battling depression and suicide because i know how bad you need someone. One day, my cutting was really bad and i was really upset that day and i started cutting on the bus and not realizing it. I was struggling and crying but they stood by me and helped me through it, as they still are. I write to let the pen and paper take the place of a blade. I have scince i was little, it was my escape. wanna know more? My poetry tells my story. But not all of it. Im open about it but i have to be asked. Im random, spontaneous in actions, and crazy, but I am me and that wont ever change.

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