Depression's Toll

 At age seven, she saw she didn't belong,

she didn't look like the other girls

 "It's okay", she would say,

her glow-up would be soon.

  At age twelve, she tried make-up to hide the imperfections.

Maybe boys wouldn't call her ugly,

they always did though.

  At age fifteen, her smile had faded, a black cloud hovered over her.

 "Nobody cares", she thought,

she was ready to die.

  All she saw was a disappointment in the mirror, a waste of space.

 Nobody noticed, the inclination of sadness,

they thought the fake smile was true.

  Nobody noticed until at age fifteen,

they put her in the ground.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Madison2019

I hope this helps everyone see how blind depression can really be.

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741