This is me. Who I am. Who I always will be.

I am me. I am a girl, a girl who survived. A girl who lived with depression and carried it on her back like it was a Jansport backpack and she was walking into her first day of 7th grade. A girl who smiled like she was given the world but didn't understand what to do with it. I am a girl who changes her mind more than a model chamges her clothes. I am Sophie. 

My name is Sophie. And I am a survivor.

I am a survivor of my own mind.

 

I survived the war that took place in my head. My head was a battle feild for my thoughts, constantly dropping bombs on eachother's territory at every waking moment. 

But now? Im a survivor of self harm.

Im a survivor of that damn razor. Of those painful showers because the water burned. Of hiding my thighs and arms because I was ashamed of what I did to myself. 

 

Im no longer ashamed of what I did to myself. They have made me who I am.

They composed me into the human being I am today. 

 

I am Sophie, and I will be a nurse.

The things I have done to myself have constructed my mind and soul to help people. To go into the medical world. But my past, will always stay with me. Its a constant reminder of how far I have come with my life, and how far I'll be going. 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741