February 4, 2012
I never thought I'd hear those words out of my best friend's mouth.
The words that bring tears to my aquamarine eyes.
"I've always known something was wrong with you."
No smile suggesting she's kidding.
No little laugh.
She just stares at me.
Like a stranger.
I didn't do anything but grieve.
That doesn't mean I'm broken.
I'm strong.
I'll pull through.
They all stare at me,
Like I'd break down and cry at any second.
I'm not broken.
My depression will go away.
But that doesn't mean it can't kill me while I try to heal.
People do drastic things while they believe there is no hope.
I'm not broken...I'm not....

The severity can't be ignored.
I'm being put on medication.
Severe anxiety.
Severe depression.
Unsolved abandonment problems.
Determined to love those who love me.
That's all that's wrong with me.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
I’m Normal.
I’m me.
I’m severely hurt.
But I’m not destroyed.
Maybe a little.
Someone save me.
Something this severe
Should be helped

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Ruby-Paige-Rose said...
Sept. 22, 2012 at 11:44 am
I like the part where the friend interjects honestly. It shows they really care.
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