Second Chance Idol Week 1: Not Throwing Away My Shot
Warning: Potentially very triggering. Attempted suicide, self harm, mental health issues.
Silent Screams
I felt so alone
No one to talk to, no one who understands
Only tears and the razor to comfort me
And the rivets of crimson liquid.
Only fourteen years old, and I already
Want to die.
The next fifteen years pass
In a blur of failed overdoses,
Of endless cuts and scars.
Internal screaming
Pain and anger with nowhere to go
But within.
Misdiagnosed, patronised, insulted
Abused and neglected
Made to feel like a failure
Not worth helping.
Always alone,
Just wanting to be loved.
Some days I still feel numb inside
The depression looms,
Like a cancer that only wants to destroy.
Every day, a new battle, a new challenge.
A handful of pills to silence the voices.
To help survive another day.
We only get one chance at life
So perhaps it should not be wasted.
But the demons still haunt me
I still scream, but
No one hears.
Silent Screams
I felt so alone
No one to talk to, no one who understands
Only tears and the razor to comfort me
And the rivets of crimson liquid.
Only fourteen years old, and I already
Want to die.
The next fifteen years pass
In a blur of failed overdoses,
Of endless cuts and scars.
Internal screaming
Pain and anger with nowhere to go
But within.
Misdiagnosed, patronised, insulted
Abused and neglected
Made to feel like a failure
Not worth helping.
Always alone,
Just wanting to be loved.
Some days I still feel numb inside
The depression looms,
Like a cancer that only wants to destroy.
Every day, a new battle, a new challenge.
A handful of pills to silence the voices.
To help survive another day.
We only get one chance at life
So perhaps it should not be wasted.
But the demons still haunt me
I still scream, but
No one hears.