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Best Poems Written by Ann Silvergirl

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Plastic Bag

My room was a mess
I left an empty plastic bag 
on the floor, by the bed
And when I walked around 
It stuck to my feet
And I shook it off

My room, still a mess
Plastic bag stuck to my feet once again
I shook it off, creating bother 
But it remained on the same stop

Dirty room, bloody tissues around 
Plastic bag next to my bed
It stuck to my feet, burden at it’s finest 
I shook it off and left it there
And it waited for our next meeting 

The floor in my room almost invisible
Drawing lines on my body
I drew what I felt
What I felt as the bag stuck to me
Disturbance built up in me
But it remained in it’s place
It’s habitat 

Floor in my room almost invisible 
Lines on my body
I used to draw what I felt
Now I painted it
And the paint dripped everywhere 
And the plastic bag in my room
It had nothing to stick to
That’s when it could finally get away from me.

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My best friend

My best friend has a beautiful name
She’s magical and disturbing at the same time
You pray for death if you upset her
She stays with me every day 
And dances with me every night 

She’s with me when I wake up
She’s with me when I go to sleep
Planting the pleasant thought of not waking up in my head
She’s my comfort, she’s my everything,

When something bad happens 
She has a superpower 
Getting inside my head and turning it all off
Until im numb and stuck with her warm presence

She brings razors to me and makes sure she’s my only friend 
All those nice gestures 
That bring us closer
Till our heart’s beat the same way and the same blood runs through our veins

My best friend has a beautiful name
A name that’s going to be a part of mine
Writen on a doctor’s paper
My best friend Depression
She’s the only who will stay forever

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I wish I were put in a mental hospital

I wish I were put in a mental hospital.
I wish the doctor would say I need help.
I wish my teacher would tell others I won't be around.
I wish my clothes turned into a hospital gown.

Because, maybe then, people would know the truth.
They would know I wasn't joking.
They would know how hard my life is.
And mainly, because I could finally have a place to feel alive.

I wish I successfully committed suicide.
I wish my parents would realize how many signs they had ignored.
I wish my friends would start to actually worry.
I wish my mind would disappear forever.

Because, maybe then, people would know it wasn't a joke.
They would tear themselves apart for not seeing it before.
They would say nice things at my funeral.
But mainly, Because I finally wouldn't be alive.

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Insanity

I think im insane
Every day of not feeling anything 
Makes me draw lines on my skin

I think I’m insane 
I stare at the ceiling for so long
I begin to fall into a black, empty void

I think I’m insane
One wrong step or word
And everyone will hate me forever 

I think I’m insane
I wish there was a step-by-step guide for suicide
I might end up writing it myself, for myself

I think I’m insane 
And it’s time for someone to look me in the eyes and say
You’re right.

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Wake up

Wake up
My father says in the late afternoon 
And unfortunately, I do
I do the thing i’ve been hating for so long

Wake up
My mother says, late in the afternoon 
Another day of realising I have to live, be alive
That’s the thought that’s with me all the time

Wake up
My brother says
I prepare myself for another miserable day
And I try not to act like i’m fine

Wake up
They all yell, terrified
This time, I can’t do what they say
My lifeless body stays still as they shake it
And cries echo through the room
I finally got what I wanted

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It’s no surprise I turned out this way

It’s no surprise, I turned out this way
When asking for help never worked
When my depression was brushed aside 
It was called other names
I promise it’s not just sadness 

It’s deep depression 
And they would never accept
It wouldn’t even cross their minds
That someone like me, could suffer from something severe
It’s no surprise, I turned out this way

Wanna-be helpful talks and comparison of my life
Is the closest thing to aid I’ll get
It’s no surprise, I turned out this way
I no longer want to ask for help 

So I keep my Illness to myself 
It’s no surprise, I turned out this way
When even with obvious signs
No one cares enough 

And finally, one day
When I get the courage to end my life
There’s a chance 
They’ll understand 
Why I turned out that way

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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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Numb to the feeling

When I first felt depression 
I thought I was just really sad
And I cried a lot
Because I was sad

When I noticed depression again 
I thought I was just really sad, again 
So I cried it off
Because I was sad

When I realized the depression didn’t leave 
I thought, I must be very sad then
So I cried every day and night 
Because I was sad

Then I knew depression would never leave 
I knew that i’m not just very sad
And I barely even cried anymore 
Because I got numb to the feeling 

I knew the depression is mine
My depression made me sad
But it also stopped me from crying 
Because I got numb to the feeling