Writing, it is tricky at first. But as I write throughout the year in class I realize that my writing has gotten a million and ten times better than what it was. In the beginning I was writing carelessly, now I write like a professional. Techniques are hard to understand when you are first learning, but now that I have been writing for three plus years techniques usually just come to me. My favorite writing would have to be my narrative writing. This is most important to me because it shows how vulnerable someone can be at any given moment. It also shows that our justice system is messed up. I enjoy writing and my writings this year have come such a long way. I am proud to say that I look forward to writing my essays to colleges next year because of the help I get in my Reading, Writing and Reflecting class. This class has helped me so much and I love how my teacher pushes me to do my very best and helps me when I am confused or when I have run-ons or fragments. I cannot wait to see how well I will be writing next year when I take a creative writing class.
I needed you,
but you left me suffocating
I couldn’t breathe
you left me in the dirt
and I couldn’t get back up
you never looked back
it’s sad to know that I didn’t mean anything to you
it’s sad to know that all of the “I love you’s” and the “I’m not like the others” were lies
it’s getting harder to breathe now
the room has begun to spin
maybe I shouldn’t have overdosed*
maybe I shouldn’t have listened to the voices
but they told me to do it
so here I am,
the room is getting darker
the lights are fading away
my heart beat is slowly starting to fade away with them
I hope the lies were all worth it
I hope everyone is finally happy
Because they caused this
It could have been prevented if someone had just listened to me
but no one ever didIma
the room is gone now
the voices have finally ceased
and I am finally happy
*This did NOT actually happen too me. This is a fictional account.
Depression. Some people think of it as just being sad all the time, but it is so much more than that. Each person that suffers from depression responds to it differently: some cut, some starve themselves, some even kill themselves, but not everyone who is depressed shows it. A fake smile can go a long way. Living with depression is a nonstop uphill battle. You constantly feel as though you’re being held underwater, you scream for help thinking someone is bound to hear you eventually, but they never do. Your lungs fill with water from being held under for so long and eventually you go numb. You don’t feel much of anything anymore. You just smile and hope that it looks real. Even when you want to ask for help you’re afraid someone will judge you or make fun of you. Depression is nothing to joke about, and it is a very serious condition that a lot of people deal with on a day to day basis.
Depression isn’t just painful for the person who suffers from it, it can be painful for the people that are close to them as well.
Though people who are depressed don’t typically tell those around them, for the people that do know, it can be hard to watch their loved ones suffer and not knowing how to help. 50% The percentage of Americans with major depression who don’t seek treatment for the mental illness. As a parent, seeing their child be so down about themselves that they refuse to talk to them (the parent), or the parent sees cuts on the arm and they just say it is nothing, “it was the cat”, is a common excuse for cutting.
Many people don’t even realize that the people around them suffer from depression. In fact, 11% of adolescents suffer from some sort of depressive disorder by the age of 18 (huffington post).
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