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Too Young
They say I'm too young
Too young to know what depression is
Too young to experience anxiety
But what they don't know is that is my everday struggle
Struggle to breath
My anxiety choking me in fear
My depression stomping on my mind and heart
Not letting me feel or think of anything other then sadness
I may smile
But it might not be real
I may laugh
Does it sound musical to you?
Are you sure you can truly hear it?
When I say I'm in love
They say I'm too young
Too young to have a boyfriend
Even if that boyfriend makes me happy
And if he makes it easier to breath
Even if he eases my mind and heart
Even if I would do anything for him
Is it still not love?
Am I still too young?
Feelings are feelings
This is something you cannot deny
So please do not judge mine
They are not yours to judge
I am young
Maybe I can run longer and jump higher
Maybe I grow and you shrink
But let me tell you this
I may be young
But my mind is older
It is much older
It can tell you about politics
It can tell you about love
It can you tell you about depression and anxiety
It can tell you about taking antidepressants every morning
So after reading all this, let me ask you
How lucky are you?
To be taken seriously
Because you are not as young
People take you more seriously if you say
"I can't breath
My heart hurts
I see no point in living
I might run away
what would it feel like to disappear?"
I know these things
I have thought these things
No one listenes to me
No one believes me
Because I am 13
So hear me now
Hear me scream
I am NOT too young to feel those feelings
Please come save me instead
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Hello! My name is Mariana Shevick and I am 13 years old. I've always had a fascination with poetry because of my father. I have grown up with anxiety and depression. I've been in therapy since I was 6, and to this day I continously go to a therapist once a week. I have taken antidepressants for a month now., because I finally worked up the nerve to say I felt like I was drowning. I was inspired to write this poem by my peers. They have always told me to be happy or to get over it. Of course, they do not understand what I feel. I hope people will understand when someone cries for help, no matter how young, you must listen to them. It is of the utmost importance. I asked for help when I was in fourth grade and no one took me seriously. If they had, maybe they could have stopped me from spiraling down into a suicidal hole of depression and anxiety attacks. Appreciate those around you and listen to them when the'yre in dire need of a listening ear. I'm sure you need help every once in a while as well.