Months can turn to years
I could be talking about love.
Months can turn to years
I could be talking about depression.
Years of creative oppression
in schools that idealize suicide prevention
Like its a game that's easy to play:
Go to the doctor and get your medication
It's our staff's job to ensure you maintain dedication
when our school will make you understand the definition of suffocation.
I never expected it to be easy
but I never thought it'd be this hard
my arms full of faded scars
wondering if one morning I'd be lucky enough to get hit by a car.
I turned my back cause I knew I needed a new start.
Here I am, and here you aren't.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Ahw, Adrianna, so sad! Well written though! Well, there you are, ready with your suitcases, and there is no bus. So you rely on yourself and get going!! If you dig deep down, do you really need him?
I agree with both comments - relying on yourself is the secret of life.
Same! I definitely agree as well...obviously, kinda, haha...self reliance, and faith are a big part of life, especially if you know what you want and how you want to live, all in good time.
wow so true tho like schools try to help with those things but the only thing they do is turn around and tell your parents
Yes! Exactly, and if your parents don't quite understand it only makes things harder because after making progression within yourself they might hang onto your moments (short or long) of weakness and it just seems very regressive, but you know, you get through.
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