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I wrote this poem when I was deep into my depression and I felt hopeless but that changed now. I fought through my depression and I won.

Submitted: November 29, 2011

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Submitted: November 29, 2011




By: Gennipher Ella Patterson


Everybody's talking around me,

but I sound so far.

I sit with my friends,

but it seems like I'm not there at all.


I look at myself in the mirror,

I don't see what everyone else sees;

A sweet, loveable and caring girl.


Yeah, right.

If only they knew what I do at night.


I see myself different,

A selfish, evil bitch who only cares about herself.


If only they knew my secret,

If only they knew the real me.

Than, they wouldn't think the same way at all.


I look at my body with scars from cuts I made,

my pain will never fade.

When they look into my eyes,

they see a bright and clever girl.

That's just a mask,

because I'm dead to the world.


I do everything wrong,

no matter what I do or hard I try.

My family never seems pround of me.


I wanna die!

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