Poem.
My fingers curl tightly around the rope,
I struggle to pull myself back, as my
own fears continue to grab at my feet.
It gets harder to breathe, the constant
reminder stuck in the back of my throat;
who will talk to you today? It only get's
harder and harder, til I slowly slide down
the rope, my hands burning from the rope.
It feels as if, my fingers are bleeding from the
cuts of words, people tried to force to cut me
into be. I pull myself up, and up. Til, I slowly
found myself letting go and closing my eyes.
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To wake up, to the very next day of school,
I meet the same people, and laugh. A fake
smile for the people I love the most, and
words that are controlled by my own fear
and depression who acts like they are a
person who has lived with me for years,
come out for the people. With the people
I am with, it's like I am sleeping in my own
mind. A hollow person who speaks. I will
never let my darkness consume me, she
asks me, "why aren't you fighting anymore?"
"why aren't you fighting anymore?" repeating
and repeating. I tell her, "I am now."
I will never be silenced by my pain.
I'm fighting to live.
RVM
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