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I was in fourth grade When a train hit me It tore me apart It left pieces of me behind My weaknesses were visible My bruises were poked at My cuts were drenched in alcohol It hit me into the deep end of a pool The chlorine stung my eyes Chains wrapped around my body They dragged me to the bottom I tried to get rid of them I tried to take them off I tried to pull myself up But after a while I gave up I watched the people around me They were free They were in the water But they were free They didn't bear the curse of chains They didn't get dragged down They didn't help me up Instead they stared They stared and stared and stared and stared and stared and stared Eventually they started pointing They started laughing They started to tell me that my pain was fake They told me that I was doing this for attention They told me that I had everything They told me that I had no reason to feel the way I did I tried to fight back I tried to tell them that they were wrong I tried to explain I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried But they didn't listen They turned the tables They said I was wrong They said there's nothing wrong They said there's nothing to be sad about They never helped They never listened They never gave me a reason to feel happy They just bathed in their freedom They soaked in the glory of their no chains no train life Now I sit at the bottom I bath in my captivity I soak in my all chains yes train life I am scared I am nervous I am angry I am upset I am overwhelmed I am full I am tired I am sick I am nauseous I am dizzy I am hurting Yet all I can say is I am fine When in reality I Am Depressed
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
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I was in fourth grade When a train hit me It tore me apart It left pieces of me behind My weaknesses were visible My bruises were poked at My cuts were drenched in alcohol It hit me into the deep end of a pool The chlorine stung my eyes Chains wrapped around my body They dragged me to the bottom I tried to get rid of them I tried to take them off I tried to pull myself up But after a while I gave up I watched the people around me They were free They were in the water But they were free They didn't bear the curse of chains They didn't get dragged down They didn't help me up Instead they stared They stared and stared and stared and stared and stared and stared Eventually they started pointing They started laughing They started to tell me that my pain was fake They told me that I was doing this for attention They told me that I had everything They told me that I had no reason to feel the way I did I tried to fight back I tried to tell them that they were wrong I tried to explain I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried and I tried But they didn't listen They turned the tables They said I was wrong They said there's nothing wrong They said there's nothing to be sad about They never helped They never listened They never gave me a reason to feel happy They just bathed in their freedom They soaked in the glory of their no chains no train life Now I sit at the bottom I bath in my captivity I soak in my all chains yes train life I am scared I am nervous I am angry I am upset I am overwhelmed I am full I am tired I am sick I am nauseous I am dizzy I am hurting Yet all I can say is I am fine When in reality I Am Depressed
#depression#anxiety
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
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