Depression | Teen Ink


March 21, 2014
By Hbkooy PLATINUM, Champaign, Illinois
Hbkooy PLATINUM, Champaign, Illinois
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I am paper
An empty page
Working pointless jobs for minimum wage
There is no thought
Only a rut
The only escape is my wrists to cut
I try to think
But I’m held down
Placing a mask over my depressed frown
What I feel now
It is not right
To hold feelings back takes all of my might
Emotions come
Anger and tears
Eating away at my precious teen years
Stuck in my room
So sad and cold
Isolated from all until I’m old

The author's comments:
I was in bad mood, and this poem emerged.

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