Five days
Was all it took.
Day One was the day I did it,
Strung my rope and jumped.
Day Two was the day I found out,
Woke up in a hospital with orders for a shrink.
Day three was the day I was diagnosed,
Depressed and needing help.
Day four was the day I left,
Packed in a van with my clothes by my side.
Day five was the day I learned,
I'm not the only one with a cloud covered mind.
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Slit Wrists for Paper Dolls
Teen FictionDepression is like a black pit, deep, dark, and bottomless. Sometimes you can't fight your way out of it, sometimes you can, but you can never get out of it alone. After attempting to kill herself, Cierra's parents decided to put her in a mental...
