The word: Suicide
When I was six
I didn’t know what the word suicide meant
I don’t even remember hearing it
I played with dolls and swinged in the park
I laughed loudly and had fun
When I was eight
I found out what suicide meant
And the word scared me
I played games on my phone and went to school
I laughed with my friends and studied
When I was ten
I knew what suicide meant
It was still an uncomfortable topic
I watched films and read books
I fought with my friends and family
When I was twelve
I realized suicide no longer scared me
The word started growing closer to me
I stayed home and felt empty
I had no friends and didn’t talk to my family
When I was fourteen
The word suicide was on my mind all the time
It began to feel like answer to my problems
I barely left my room and created lines on my arms
I had a best friend and hated my family
Now I am sixteen
And suicide is no longer just a word or topic
It lives in me and powers my mind
I struggle to leave my bed and lines on my arm multiply
I have no friends and my family is all I have left.
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