Garden

I stare at the seeds in my hands. They’re so small, I think, and yet they grow to be so big. Digging small holes in the ground with my nails, I place the seeds into them. Cover them up, and wait. Night and day, I lay there, waiting. The sun’s warmth on my back. I never sleep. I stay awake, and watch. 20 years have passed, and I have not slept. I have not eaten or slept, in 20 years. I laugh as I look up at the tree. “How big you are!” I cry, “It was surely worth the wait!” But alas, it was not. As the tree grew older and withered away, I stayed the same. My age never faltered. It was like the tree grew in a day.

Signed: Sigger!

Depression Story

Depression. Grief. Whatever. I don't care. It's all the same. I take all the knifes, scissors. Pretty much whatever's sharp. I lay them down. One by one. Slowly, making sure they don't try to escape. Even though they can't move they can still escape. I pick them up and examine each one carefully. Making sure that they're spotless and don't have even a speck of dust on them. Taking the sharpest knife, the sharpest pair of scissors and the sharpest compass, I walk outside. Where no one can see or hear me. I scream at them. “Why? Why did you do this to my life? I hate you!” Then I chuck them at the house. Harder and harder. Can't get them to stay. Can't get them to go away. Can't get them to get out of my sick, twisted life. I want to leave. I want to go away forever. Away from where people can call me names. Away from where people can make me angry. Sad. Depressed. I wish I could go away and just sit down and watch my life go by. Like a movie. Oh my god, what am I thinking? Do I really want to die? Do I really want to end this pain and cause others to do what I do? No. I don't. But I want to end this nightmare forever. I want to end this life that I dread. I want to die. But I can't. I can't let others be depressed by what I do. I guess I should tell someone. But I won't. I can't. I'll go away. I'll sit down in the middle of nowhere. And scream. Scream like no one could ever believe. Scream until I can't hear myself. Then I can leave. Come back home. Be happy. I wish. My life stinks. But I won't end it. I'll live and make it better. I'll live and live and live. And be depressed.

A story about a 15-year-old girl. Who was depressed. Depression is an awful thing that is hard to overcome. But this girl did the right thing by talking and taking out her feelings on something other than herself. If you are feeling depressed talk to an adult who you trust. Don't take it out on yourself because it will hurt others who care about you, not only yourself. And trust me on this one. I've dealt with this thing before and it almost lead me to do some crazy things. And guess what. I'm only 12.

Signed: Sigger!

My Love

My love is like an ocean
It goes down so deep
My love is like a rose
Whose beauty you want to keep.
My love is like a river
That will never end
My love is like a dove
With a beautiful message to send.
My love is like a song
That goes on and on forever
My love is like a prisoner
It's to you that I surrender.

Signed: Anon