What I really feel (I AM)

I am a sad child.
I wonder what’s wrong with me.
I hear the devil.
I see myself dead.
I want someone to leave me alone.
I am a sad child.

I pretend I was happy.
I feel good when I’m alone in my room.
I touch blood when I bleed in pain.
I worry about completed suicide.
I am a sad child.

I understand that my friend’s are trying to help me.
I say I love my friend’s and family.
I dream I am hanging myself.
I try to do my best to listen to what my friend’s have to say.
I hope that this isn’t the end of my life.
I am a sad child.

This poem was written/submitted by Courtney Duval.