Finally Living
At thirteen I lost my reason to live,
my sister, Virginia, became a stillborn
My heart was torn in not two, but a hundred pieces
A demon was created inside of my head
I was told from others she deserved to die
I lost the faith I had in humanity
I became a cold person, I will admit
With nobody to lean on I fell in the trap
Not knowing people cared was my first mistake
It seemed to be too late though
I was in a deep depression
I had to take antidepressants to get me through a miserable day
I felt dead, I thought I would never live like I used to ever again
Fianlly, my therapist recommended me to write a poem
I fell in love instantly
Poetry means my life for me
I see life in a positive point of view now
My life was so dull for three years
I smile everyday now even if I have no reason
Nobody understands why I have depression,
they were not there to see my sister
They were not there to see the kids at school hurt me
I was alone and sad for years with nobody to help me
Every since I have been writing poems, I feel a lightness
I feel brighter and nicer
My grades went from barely passing to passing
My attitude went from nasty to classy
Honestly, who knows where I would be without poetry
To everyone who fights with depression,
you are not alone in your fight
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