Negativity.
It is an anchor that is constantly weighing me down.
It is the rude comments and snarky remarks.
It is the voices in my head screaming that I am a failure and that I will never amount to anything important.
It is the scars that are finally beginning to fade.
It is the people and memories that I wish I could somehow forget.
It is the blood that trickles down my chest because once again I gave in.
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
