I was the little girl
with blonde hair
Blue eyes
and big glasses
14 years old
I learned that bullies
Are not always emotionally hurting
There is always a twist in life
There does not always have to be a reason
I’ve held a rope in my hand,
Ready to let go
I’ve heard all the statistics about depression
Sitting down in front of the phycologist
Can’t stop the river from Flowing out of my crystal blue eyes
That were slowly turning green
In this moment I thought more about letting my life be released
The doctor pulled my mother in the hall
They both walked back in
He begin to explain
There was “nothing wrong with me”
Which  really hit me as if he was saying meant
All my thoughts are wrong
I’ve lost many pieces in life
I never had a father
He was always wearing the orange jumpsuit
Within closed doors with cement walls
I’m 18 years old now
I’ve Lost many lives
But my life will not be one to be lost
Having depression is nothing that you could explain
Many people have taught me that I was nothing
But a already smoked cigarette flipped into the highway traffic
And they never looked back
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Big glasses
Suicidal thoughts
Depression
This was my identification of myself
Getting older I realized
I’m strong
I’m brave
I’m happy
I’m a wonderful human