I Was 12... Poem by Shaylah Barron

I was 12…… when I met her, she was new around but, we shook hands and I locked eyes with my soon to be best friend….

I was 13…..Our favorite game was tag I would run around and she would still manage to catch me in the end……

I was 14…… She introduced me to a blade and wanted me to try it. Our new game now was who can cut the most and try to hide it…

I was 15…… We started to experiment with pills to see what could take the pain away. Now our favorite thing to do was see who could sleep their day away…..

I was 16….. I took 16 pain killers the day of my birthday and we started to cry because we knew it was too late…….

I was 17…… She told me that she would never leave me like everyone else did. So I fell in love deeper.

I was 18….. We became roommates with each other as she moved in….

I was 19…. I started to enjoy her company… The only familiar thing that I know….

I am 20…. She told me to buy heavier clothes because the scars are starting to show… No one ever met her… she was my secret possession….

She was….. Depression