something called depression

I'm on depression medication, Anxiety pills and regularly take excedrin for migraines
..... You can see my smile and not even know that I'm the same girl who was molested at the age of five
Ive been hanging on to this for years
It changed me from a beautiful princess to something wretched
If you look at my arms and legs
..... Nothing but faded scars
..... Broken memories
They stopped when I realized nobody would care if I made myself bleed inside and out
I try my best to appreciate what I have
"but I know in the end it could get worse"
As time ticks I know I have a great family and good friends
"but in the end I WISH I CUT DEEPER AND PULLED THE TRIGGER"
I try to escape in my poetry and drawings
As time ticks in the end
I have to take these pills
"I don't feel beautiful or cool enough"
I'm miserable and I want to die
"it's something called depression"
As time ticks it gets worse in the end

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[Roger Turgeon]

The best way to address the past is to move forward. I hope you can.