by Taylor F., Age 16 , Grade 10, Amery High School, Balsam Lake, WI USA
Four words, such a terrible meaning.
“I want to die,” she whispered. Her wrists were bleeding.
I didn’t know what to do but I hated seeing her cry.
I was too young, I didn’t understand her desire to die.
She leaned out of her screenless window and lit a cigarette,
She begged, “I’ll be okay, please don’t tell mom yet.”
Day after day, I was forced to witness her pain.
She couldn’t help the imbalance in her brain.
The doctors, the pills, it was all a burden.
She stopped eating, stopped laughing, she was so uncertain.
Broken and in pain, she couldn’t find strength.
She didn’t have an anchor, a person, or faith.
I wanted her to be happy, to live a life full of love.
At the time it couldn’t happen, her depression fit like a glove.
I love her, I do, but sometimes I feel livid.
She stopped trying, and that was vivid.
One day, one decision, that’s all it took.
The cops were in her room and she gave me a look.
She stood on her bed with a cord around her neck.
She laughed. Her life was a wreck.
They took her away and my heart was broken.
Why hadn’t I told my mom? I left her pain unspoken.
She still fights a battle, and a hard one I must say.
She combats depression and unease every single day.
Her life is happier, safer, and clean.
She’s older, maybe wiser. She is somewhere in between.
She came from a colorless, horrible place,
and turned into a person with a fresh happy-bubbly face.
She colored herself with lines, but they weren’t pretty.
Her vigor was locked away within a vacant city.
She felt the unease deep in her core;
She didn’t want to be alive anymore.
Years later, with an abundance of scars and a joyous smile,
She decided to stay; she wants to be here awhile.
She gathered her strength, her power, and her heart of glass.
Stomping her foot, she boomed, “This too shall pass.”