-First time I admitted to myself that I am bisexual (although it's clear from the poem that I was still resisting a little)
-First time I admitted to myself that I was seriously depressed
I'm posting the second one here; maybe I'll do the other one later.
Background: I've been dealing with depression and serious self-esteem issues for as long as I can remember. I'm not even kidding; I recall being self-conscious and self-loathing as far back as my single-digit years. This poem was written either in late high school or early college... I know because it was put into my college literary-art magazine in 1998, which would have been my freshman year.
I wrote this at home, at my kitchen table. I'd been making macaroni and cheese (shout out to Kraft!), and was sullenly watching the water boil. Back then, I wouldn't so much write poems and they would write themselves in my head, and I would dutifully commit them to paper. My brain doesn't really do that anymore, which is kind of sad.
ANYWAY
here is the depressing suicidal poem that I wrote. I'm not including the title because I "cleverly" titled it my own first name (on the off chance anyone reading this doesn't actually know me, I go by my middle name, so it was a semi-sneaky way of saying HEY THIS IS ABOUT ME OKAY).
the coarse dark waves forced roughly over her pale smooth skin filled with treacherous wrath. They say it's like going to sleep. she was so tired. her eyes closed slowly redly veiling the inky dark blueness as it rapidly blackened. she opened her mouth breathing in death as easily as life. it tasted so awful. her eyes flew open and were immediately violated by salty frustration. before, she was making the choice. now, the decision was snatched away as her mind overturned and she struggled to go back. I want to go back! and midnight fell firmly about her.
