She was only 12.
When she killed herself.
She was so afraid.
She was scared to wait.

So that fateful day,
Came and took her flame.
No one came to say,
“Kid, I’m sorry for the way
I treated you now,
You’re dead I’m feeling bad now,”

They looked plain and dry,
She knew they wouldn’t cry.
But she asked herself,

“Why
Did I have
To
DIE?”

You ask me,
“What’s wrong?”

I was about to say,
I’M FINE.
But instead I said this:

“Your ruling over
My life is
Wrong.”

I wanna die.

I don’t know why?
Tell Me Why.

The cherry trees blossom pink,
As the grass beams a brilliant green.
The apple trees are full of white flowers,
Some days, sun fills the hours.
But yet here I stand,
In the rain, once again.
I still enjoy the luscious land.

Yes, the rain pours
Like the tears on my cheeks.
But be astound;
After the rain
There is much more beauty,
And much less pain.

Depression is a burden,
Just as life is cruel.

Though I have the tendency
To drag a blade across my
          Soft,
                            Thin,
                                               Scarred,
Flesh....

Your words shoot through me
Like a bullet at maximum speed.

The happiness
Drains from
Me like
Water from a
Hose.

My mother is upset;
I comfort her.
My father is angry;
I calm him.
My youngest sister is scared;
I calmly comfort her.

I tell my mother:
I am bisexual;
She tries to beat it out of me.
I tell my father:
I cut myself;
He yells and screams til my ears bleed.
I tell my middle sister:
I am broken;
She hugs me and says,
That’s alright.