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The following work touches on tough issues that may be hard to talk about. Therefore, these works of literature may be intense and frightening for some readers, young or older. If you are sensitive to intense topics, please stop reading and click to a different page. Just remember that you may get help. Resources are listed on the bottom of this blog.

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Better?
My anxiety hangs around

Akin to the moon

"Just breathe," says my mom

"It'll be ok soon."

But does it get better?

Do you really think so?

I hope you're not lying

Please don't say no

My heart is now beating

This does not sound good

My body doesn't feel

As it always should

The vision's distorted

My lungs feel worse and worse

Like I'm running too much

I need a helpful source!

The thoughts flood my head

"What if I fail?"

I internally scream

My arms feel like they flail

Mama! Please help me

Although you are dead

I want to survive and make you proud

Not live my life in dread.

Wound up dead
I never thought the word would pop into my head

But now it's all around me since the day I wound up dead

It started on a sunny day and though I felt depressed

I was productive enough to at least get myself dressed

But then I thought about my dread, I didn't open the door

I opened the pills, the gun, and the knife and collapsed on the floor.

I wake up in Heaven, I go through the door

I look at my sister, who says, "I've seen you before."

I hear from my mother the hiccups from the tears

She didn't want this for me, she realizes her time nears

Now she wants to encourage kids, take them on a ride

Away from their own tragedies, away from suicide

I make sure every day I tell her I will always be here.

"And if I can't be where you are, then Mother, I'll be near."

Mama?
I can't feel my leg

Scars are on my body

Everyone just ignores me

Emily's staring at her phone

You don't understand abuse

Oblivious to the reality, the

Urge to try to kill me nears

But my parents don't want to get caught

Up will I go if I die

This rib of mine is hurting

I just want help

Will you please rescue me?

I just want help

Love doesn't exist anymore

Love doesn't exist anymore

Nobody wants to help me, am I

On my way to heaven now?

The time has come, has it?

SOMEONE HELP ME

Anyone out there?

Nobody wants me to live?!

You think you help

Together, we can be unstoppable

Help!

I need you more than anything now

No. Nobody is helping me with this matter.

Goodbye.

Resources
please get help.

Crisis Text Hotline: 741741 (text "HOME")

Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386

LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255

Philadelphia's Domestic Abuse Hotline: 1-866-723-3014 (who knows? It could work for you.)

National Domestic Abuse Hotline: 1.800.799.7233 or 1.800.787.3224

Mental Health Hotline: 1.800.662.4357

Eating Disorders: 1.800.931.2237

(IF NONE OF THOSE WORK FOR YOU PLEASE ASK ME)