May 10, 2017
By twentyonepoems BRONZE, Liberty, Missouri
twentyonepoems BRONZE, Liberty, Missouri
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I talked too fast
While she talked back,
Raising my voice through every tear.
You hardly know anything, my dear,
For you are just a child.
Children are ignorant.
The only people who know the world are the ancient,
Because everyone knows when you are small,
You see nothing,
Through your “perfect little lenses”.
They don’t tell you that
Little cuts hurt worse when you’re young,
Because by 14 you’re used to the feeling of a razor
Against your skin
At 4 am.
I talked too fast
While she talked back.
Those words were my last,
Because I hoped and prayed,
I wouldn’t live to see another day.

The author's comments:

I wrote this because I have been suffering from severe depression for over 2 years now and it bothers me when people tell me that I'm a child and that my life will only get worse. 

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