Apr 2020
Did you tare up that note? I will never know if you did but I know that I did.
As I re-read my poem The Note I noticed that I still feel the same. I still feel unwanted, ugly, stuipd, fat. And I see that I have started cutting again.
The Aftermath is hard. Your parents now turn into siblings, your siblings now turn into family, and your family turns into the internet.
"I can't do this anymore!" You keep thinking everytime you look at the aftermath. The aftermath of tarring up that note.
Everyone now knows that you are Depressed, restless, and have lot of Moodiness. Everyone sees you struggling and they want to help.
Truth is they don't know how to help. They don't understand what's next after the aftermath.
Your family starts talking in private. You listen threw your bedroom door and here things you and I should never have to hear.
Have you heard what I have heard?
Are we really all in this together? Or do we just hear that, read that, and think that. But then nothing happens.
I am here right now to tell you that the aftermath *****. Your mother threatens to drag you to the hospital into the Mental Ward.
You get told that your being insane. That your acting insane. So you look to people online. They comfort you and tell you to use a rubberband to help with the self harm.
Welp guess what your mother takes that from you too. You see, the You's, I's, and We's turn out to be just another word on your screen.
But it's true we can all do this. We can beat depression. I will never know what you chose. I don't know what I have chose. All I know if that even thou I wanna write another Note. A note no one should read nor write. I don't.
We can make it past the Aftermath. Just hold on a little longer. Yea,
The Aftermath *****
Oh well.. You can do it. I can do it. We can do it.
[Author] - I never thought that I would make another poem to go along with this one so I hope you enjoyed. All of this infromation from this poem and the first one is true in my mind. I hope you choose life. I know I have....At least for now.
As I re-read my poem The Note I noticed that I still feel the same. I still feel unwanted, ugly, stuipd, fat. And I see that I have started cutting again.
The Aftermath is hard. Your parents now turn into siblings, your siblings now turn into family, and your family turns into the internet.
"I can't do this anymore!" You keep thinking everytime you look at the aftermath. The aftermath of tarring up that note.
Everyone now knows that you are Depressed, restless, and have lot of Moodiness. Everyone sees you struggling and they want to help.
Truth is they don't know how to help. They don't understand what's next after the aftermath.
Your family starts talking in private. You listen threw your bedroom door and here things you and I should never have to hear.
Have you heard what I have heard?
Are we really all in this together? Or do we just hear that, read that, and think that. But then nothing happens.
I am here right now to tell you that the aftermath *****. Your mother threatens to drag you to the hospital into the Mental Ward.
You get told that your being insane. That your acting insane. So you look to people online. They comfort you and tell you to use a rubberband to help with the self harm.
Welp guess what your mother takes that from you too. You see, the You's, I's, and We's turn out to be just another word on your screen.
But it's true we can all do this. We can beat depression. I will never know what you chose. I don't know what I have chose. All I know if that even thou I wanna write another Note. A note no one should read nor write. I don't.
We can make it past the Aftermath. Just hold on a little longer. Yea,
The Aftermath *****
Oh well.. You can do it. I can do it. We can do it.
[Author] - I never thought that I would make another poem to go along with this one so I hope you enjoyed. All of this infromation from this poem and the first one is true in my mind. I hope you choose life. I know I have....At least for now.
