Depression

Hmm so yea depression, that is an interesting thing to talk about. idk about ne of you but ik it has affected me in soo many ways....i wont go into all of it, but if ne of yas ne advice on that stuff im here, cuz i have been there and back many times. cutting, over dosing, throwing up, not eating, crying all the time, scuicide, the whole deal. im on so much medicine it isnt even funny, and ive gone through cousilors like shoes. And i have had depression since i was 7 and bi polar my whole life. And just this year i realized the most painfully thing about all of it, and its not the physical things, but its wat hurts ur heart. The heardest thing in my whole life that i will never forget is seeing my mom cry while i was in the emergency room and they were pumping my stomach, i was drenched in my own blood and puke, and i screamed for her to make them stop it, and never again do i ever want to see her cry like that again. And i never want anyone else's mom to have to go through that. well i should get going give me a nudge if ya wanna talk, ttyalls latas (L)megan

I will be praying for you and I'm totally willing to talk anytime you want!

yeah, I've been there, done that. I haven't dealt with it as much as Megan, but I still go thru it. she's a great one to talk to!!

thanks for the prays, but i think im outta most of it but i have these poems that i would write when i was upset or something was going on and i thought i would share them with you, but i just want you all to know that these don't completely apply to me anymore.

Tears
The Color drained from my body, dark circles reined over my eyes. the once glowing face had disappeared into a realm of sorrow. The fading smile had now grown too faint to see. My trembling body crumbled to the floor and tears stained my lifeless face. The downward spiral to failiar and death...it's the story of a helpless and hopeless girl falling down the wrong path, unable to stop herself.

Scars
The needle pokes a hole, the old familiar sting rises. As I focus on the open wound, soon I feel nothing. The blood runs down my arm. Deeper and eeper I go, blood stains the needle. These scars will always remain, a constant reminder of my painful past, reminding me that it's real. Tonight I cut my wrist and watched it bleed.