14 Years Of...

14 years of being sad

Crying every day and every night

Not knowing who I am

Fighting with myself

As well as everyone else

14 years of panic attacks

Skipping class and passing out

Losing friends

Because I can’t explain

Lost memories and too many tears

14 years of scars

Up and down my body

Blood and throw up down the drain

Hiding under my clothes

No one even knows

14 years of being asked

“Are you okay”

“What’s wrong with you”

“You look sick”

14 years of

Smiling through the pain

Faking every laugh

Not being me

After 14 years

I asked for help

I started medication

I still cry, get depressed and get panic attacks

My family is more understand

But I am and always will be a


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