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Emo

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A tear seems to fall from space
and land on her check.
It adds to a river
that falls off her chin.
The stain of blood on her sleeve,
She looks at her arm
with pulsing eyes she stares at the blood,
like her tears, running.
Afraid of her peers comments
labeling her for something she is not.
Emo, the word rang sourly.
The tears ran faster,
as though racing the blood.
Her black hair clings to her face,
and again she cuts.
One for the laughter,
Once for the looks,
another for her pain,
Her arm pulsing,
One for the names,
One more for the pushing.
She watches her pain drain from her arm.
She smiles, then thinks,
they will pull back her sleeve
and laugh at her pain, again.
Emo, the word rand sourly.
Emo, she thought.
Emo, she said out loud
and she cried.
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wardie2's avatar
I have thought about cutting myself and even committing suicide before. I still do, everyday. I told my mom and told her not to tell anyone and she was histarically crying and made me promise her not to hurt myself. She said she would make me an appointment to see if I have depression but I still haven't gone yet. One of my friends cuts herself but I think she does it for attention because she shows people and takes out her razors in front of people. I asked her for one and she almost have it to me but I said no because of the promise I made. I still have thoughts about suicide and self harm and day by day they seem to become more appealing. I talked to my mom about it a few weeks after I asked for an appointment and she no longer seemed concerned but rather, angry at me...
All I want is for someone to understand how I feel.
I'm in middle school...
I'm sorry for sharing my life story, most people probably won't even read to the end and those who do probably won't care...
But still, those of you who read to the finish, I scincerely appreciate it.
God bless you and your family ❤️
Anyway, all I was trying I say is I've had these thoughts before and I feel like I can relate to this. You are a wonderful writer