This entry is part 3 of 15 in the series Issue IV: Spring 2010

by Mimi Johnson, Age 15

In the early hours of evening I am
lying in the darkest corner of the house.
Endless tears stream down my face
as my sobs fill the air.
The Blues has struck again like the
flu bug.
It has left me with suicidal thoughts
“Why am I even alive?”
“How much pain can I stand?”
Why don’t I die?
If I die who will miss me?
These haunting questions echo in my head
as I struggle to overcome this agonizing

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