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I'm not a typical teenager
I don't facebook things
Or post my life to the world
I don't tweet
Or Twitter
Or all the other
Networks
I don't instagram
In fact
I don't like pictures
If me. I hide from the camera
Hoping no one will
Click the photo button
I don't party
Or stay out late
I sit at home
Watching TV
Or better yet
Cuddling up with a good book
I don't waltz around
In revealing clothes
Hoping for a boyfriend
I don't act all bubbly
I cry and worry
I don't worry about boys
And dates
I worry about depression
And cutting and if my
Friends are really fine

I don't doodle or draw names on a binder
I write poetry on a site called helo poetry
And the only thing that upsets me
About that, is that I didn't find it sooner
The ticks pound in my head
like African drums.
Each tock sounds off
another second of life lost.
And another.
And another.

The silence is too loud.
The voices aren't as quiet.
They're more than murmurs in my head.
I hear them clearer than ever before.
Focused.
Intelligible.

I've done so much in life
But I've done nothing.
I'm surrounded by people
Yet completely alone.
Facades.
Fears.

Past memories resurface.
The worst of them first.
How could I have accepted it?
How could I have not stopped it?
Alcohol.
Abuse.

I've seen hatred.
The dark side of the coin.
I've seen lives fall apart
And walls crumble.
Death.
Divorce.

I'm close to ending it all.
It would only take one slice.
I've summoned up the courage.
I'm not "okay" anymore.
Red.
Running.

My mind is getting hazy,
But it's clearer than it's ever been.
My worries are draining out of me
As well as life.
Darkness.
Descending.

I'm getting cold now.
My feeling is fading away.
The ride ends here.
All I want to do is sleep.
And sleep.
*And sleep.
I'm neither struggling with depression nor suicidal. I just wanted to put myself in the mindset of someone who is and write about it.
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