Freshman Year

We don't talk about how I cried myself to sleep for months

We don't talk about how I didn't want to live any more

We don't talk about how I couldn't have children

 

We don't talk about how I was put on Anti-Depressants because the doctors didn't believe me 

We don't talk about how my mom almost had me commited to a pysch ward

We don't talk about the pain I go through everyday

 

We don't talk about how I envy you right now 

We don't talk about how my Dad is ashamed of me

We don't talk about how depressed I was

 

So what  do we talk about?

 

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Elsae863

I hope whoever wrote this poem has gone on to have a wonderful life. 

My heart aches when I read it.   There is nothing worse than Feeling Alone with no one that really listens.  

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