When I was 14 I wanted to kill myself
15 and 16, my thoughts never changed
I was manic and my words proved it
These past entries were filled with darkness
A lot of people said I’ve been strong
But these entries scare me
Its a reminder of the struggle

The struggle to wake up
The struggle to speak
When my head was being
overthrown by whispers
Telling me to shut up
Because who would want to listen
To someone who they only see as sad

I was 14 when my mother found me
On the floor, I could barely recall
The last thing I want is to relive it
With these entries

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