Cry For Help

A poem about childhood depression and suicidal ideation

I have very few memories of my childhood

It's mostly been blocked out

I hit DELETE on the memories

Where people would throw things and shout

Even the good memories I kept

Are tinged with despair

Too young to understand suicide

Just knew I didn't want to be there

I cried out for help

Acted out, caused a scene

But who believes a kid

When they're just "being mean"?

I tried to take myself out

But they still didn't see

I learned at a young age

The only one who could help me was me

Reviews

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this is healing me
im obsessed you are enough,
I love you

[tumi]

wow beautifully crafted
only but few people will listen to a kid
especially in emergency all they expected were mischief