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Darlene Chavez Nov 2015
I knew of girl
three months ago
she was hurting
broken by society
she felt as though
she would never be enough
she closed her eyes
and died inside
and when she opened them
I arrived
Slowly putting back the pieces
of the girl she once knew
piece by piece
she became bigger
now I'm here
and I'm I winner
Darlene Chavez Nov 2015
I really need someone to talk to, I am broken and I don't know what to do.
Darlene Chavez Nov 2015
I am like concrete
People walk on me
Stomp on me
And even rub their feet on me
But I still hold them up
Because
Even though I am hurting and upset
I don't want them to feel the way that I do
Darlene Chavez Nov 2015
Being suicidal
Doesn't mean you try to take your own life
Sometimes it means
Pushing others away
So you have less of a reason to live
And waking up Evey day
And just saying "**** it"
To everyone who walks your way
Sometimes it means
Eating less so you'll die of starvation
Or not wearing a jacket
So you'll get sick and die
Or not looking both ways
Before crossing the street
Because you don't care if you get hit by a car
Or cutting your wrist so you feel numb
Sometimes it means
Hiding every emotion
Deep down
Until you finally break
Scaring everyone away.
Darlene Chavez Nov 2015
The days go by
You've been drinking every day
I'm trying not to cry
But my life is wasting away
I walk through the school
Trying to keep cool
People stare
But I don't care
Darlene Chavez Oct 2015
Every one is painted
Every one is tainted
Lost in their minds
Of who they want to be
I see scare crows and lady bugs
Fake men who wants to be thugs
I see short  skirts
And slutty shirts
This is how you know
It's Halloween
Darlene Chavez Oct 2015
All my life I've been told
That in the end it will all get better
That if I keep living my life and only worry about me
I'll get better
All my life I've struggled
With depression
With anxiety
And even with people
My every day goal
Is to make it through the day
Without seriously injuring someone
Especially me
It's almost all I think about
So why tell me it'll get better with time
Because so far it's only getting worse
Yes, it does get slightly better
But it's hard to breathe with this anxiety
So why did you give it to me?
It's hard to live with this depression
So why do you insist I keep it?
Just because I'm strong enough for all this pain, doesn't mean I deserve it.
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