I am only fourteen.

I don't have many friends.

I often experience depression.

I don't feel like I belong in this world.

I simply just wish that people could be nice.

I don't know why I'm even here at this moment.

I've suffered from depression from about the age of nine.  I know if you read my work, most of you will probably think that I'm messed up, suicidal, and dark.  

All of those facts are pretty acurate.  I recently moved away from the place I've lived all my life.  

My 'friends' in my old town all smoked weed, got drunk on the weekends, tried to kill themselves every other year, and came to school high.

Don't judge, they were great people, they just made some pretty bad decisions.  My friends here in this new place are a lot better, though most of them are still suicidal, so bare with me in my poetry. 

It's my escape.  Some of these poems are written as if I'm speaking, and others are from the viewpoints of my friends.  Don't tell me that I'm dark, that I need to get help, or that I should try being happier.  

It just irks me when people do that, and I usually end up deleting their comments.  No need to worry, because I finally swallowed my pride and got help, though I don't know how long that will last. 

People usually lable me as a lost cause and toss me out of their thoughts.  Don't say I'm having a pity party, those are just the facts.  

I'm hoping my poetry gets happier and lighter soon, but if not, oh well.

I don't neccessarily care if you enjoy my work, or even comment on it, or read it.  I just put it on here so I can get it out of my head.

Comment on it if you like, I'm always up for some constructive criticism.

I guess I should probably tell you some of my favorites and such, so here goes.

Books: One Tattered Angel, Inheritance Cycle, Tennis Shoes Among the Nephites, Pushing the Limits, Harry Potter, and so many others I can't even begin to pick (I'm a complete and total bookworm)

T.V Shows:DOCTOR WHO, Animaniacs (who doesn't love the classics?), and (don't judge) Teen Titans

Movies: Zathura, Tangled, When a Stranger Calls, Christmas Oranges, and The Last Song.

Colors: Usually: Black. Sometimes: Grey, White, Dark Green, and Wisteria.

Songs: Radioactive and Bleeding Out and Demons-Imagine Dragons, 300 Violin Orchestra, When I'm Gone-Eminem, No Holly for Miss Quinn-Enya, Travelling Soldier-Dixie Chicks, Bullet-Hollywood Undead, Lonely Lullaby-Owl City, Let Me Go-3 Doors Down, Marienwurmchen-Brahms, Perfect Two-Bel Auburn, Hands Held High-Don't Know, Invisible-Skyler Gray, and Diary of Jane-Breaking Benjamin.

I think that's all you need to know, considering that everyone who would even possibly be reading this would be a perfect stranger. 

So yeah. 

That's me.

For now..

Dear Bullies,

That boy you punched in the hall today; commited suicide just a few minutes ago.

That girl you called a slut in class today; she's a virgin.

That boy you called lame; has to work every night to support his family.

That girl you pushed down the other day; is already being abused at home.

The girl you just called ugly? She has developed an eating disorder.

The boy you just tripped? His dad is in jail.

See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for his country.

That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

You think you know them? Guess what, you don't.

Copy and Paste this to your profile if you are against bullying.

I bet 99% of you wont.

IF U HAVE A HEART, YOU WILL COPY AND PASTE THIS ON YOUR PROFILE TOO STOP BULLYING!