depression of a young girl

July 31, 2009
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As I lay on down to sleep
I dream,awaken,and begin to weep
I draw the razor across my arm
Knowing it would do some harm
1,2,3 scars and many more
I drop the razor and fall to the floor
I scream and begin to cry out loud
I need a doctor,quick,right now
I try to get up but am way too weak
The blood rushing out,I hear running feet
MY brother rushes in seeing blood on the tile
He calls 911 but it takes a while
I slowly begin to close my eyes
He whispers stay awake and begins to cry
I take my last breath saying goodbye
And in his arms I slowly die

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babyrissa212 said...
Aug. 9, 2009 at 5:37 am
yea well my life is messed up that is why i wrote this.
Katie.T. said...
Aug. 5, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Great work. Not myself, but I know other people can really relate. Today, teens find that cutting themself is the only way out, although that is not true. Wonderful job and this is very touching!
Wildheart This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 4, 2009 at 10:42 pm
Wow. And i thought my life was bad. I understand, well to an extent. let me point out that without terrible things in the world, there wouldnt be wonderful things to make up for it or heal the wounds.
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