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Jan 2015
I am 1 day old,
all the lights are hurting my eyes
and my head feels heavy.
My body is always in someone elses hands
I can't fend for myself.

I am 1 years old,
I am learning how to walk,
although i often fall over
and hurt myself.
Mum says she's proud of me,
she says i'm almost there.

I am 5 years old,
Today i started school
i met lots of new friends,
but i fell over and hurt myself.
The teachers helped me.

I am 9 years old,
Today I was out playing
I was at the park and I fell.
I fell and broke my arm.
Daddy took me to the hospital
and the doctors made it better.

I am 15 years old.
Today I cut myself.
my skin was the canvas,
the razor my brush.
I got a bandage,
and fixed it all up.

I am 16 years old.
Today I wrote my suicide note.
I hid it under my mom's pillow.
I'm not going to be alive tomorrow,
no one can help me now.
Written by
chloe-alex  England
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