I stopped writing when I was 8, because my mom said I was no good. Words are powerful, by her saying I was no good I stopped writing. I never thought I would pick up another pen and write a poem again. But I did write another poem again, I started writing again when I was 12. I stopped again a year later when I was 13, the year I started self-harming. I really thought I would never write again. Until I was almost 14, a teacher I had encouraged me to write again. I couldnβt imagine not writing now, I donβt know where I would be without it.
Thank you to my teacher who encouraged me to write again. Her name was Charity, she was the most sweetest lady. Thank you to all the teachers out there who help kids.