I didn't have to tell anyone what was going on with me. I kept showing signs I was depressed. I was cutting myself. I was writing really agnoizing poetry. I was drawing really horrifying pictures of depressed people. I felt like no one seem to notice. I was mainly hiding out in my room. I cried every night. I had never healed completely from the pain. I was looking to just leave the world. I was wanting to. Something that really is messed up is to calm myself down I was imangining my own death. Different ways I could die. I was depressed because I felt like no one bothered to care about my emotions. I felt like everytime I tried to get my self my own help, I was put down for it. I felt like I was a dog for my dad to keep around for money. I just kept feeling like I was being put down for any reason. Now that I want to express my feelings. No one wanted to speak my mind, and now when I do. People aorund me that I love, they don't want me around. They want to keep me locked up and shut away. I can ruin lives if I choose to. I have felt many different times that these people I call my family wanted me dead. That's how they can make sure I would never speak. So I could take things to my grave.
Come to think of it, my dad never once tried to stop me from commiting suicide. Yea, he helped me get into the mental freak hospital. But he always put me down, and thought I never would kill myself. Sometimes I always thought I was strong enough to kill myself. No one ever thought I was serious. Except my mom and little sister. Well, I have some bible work I have to go do. Bye!!
-The Strong
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