Blind.A Poem by +Naomi+![]() ...![]()
Perfect vertical cuts on my wrist.
I wear short-sleeves and tank tops, flashing my wrist at you. You still don't see. I hyperventilate and I worry. I witnessed traumatic events as a child. Insomnia and depression rule over me and still you see no trace of an anxiety disorder. Are you f*****g blind, mom? Suicide has become a weakness to me. I'm weak and mood swings overcome me. Mania is my high point. Depression; my low. No though, there's no way I'm depressed at all. There's no damn way I can be bipolar. Right...How is it not obvious? I'm depressed and obsolete, I hate doing anything. I'm bipolar and have anxiety disorders. I stop eating for days because I hate myself. I worry over the littlest things and I cut when things go wrong for me. But f**k that. To you? I'm happy. I have to be. My grades slip only because I have trouble paying attention. I cry all the time only because of f*****g puberty. My weights messed up only because of my mood swings. ARE YOU BLIND?!
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13 Reviews Added on July 16, 2011 Last Updated on July 16, 2011 Author![]() +Naomi+Chicago, ILAboutHey. I'm Naomi Williams. I'm 13 years old and have been writing since...well ever since I can remember. I tend to write some really weird poetry that usually comes out of what I'm feeling at that mome.. more..Writing
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