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i first grew my hair out so i could have something to hide behind, to conceal the tears and red eyes, especially in school... not many people talked to me before my bro died--i was anitsocial--but after he died i became extremely extroverted and outgoing. but the hair served its purpose then and serves a purpose now - the girls like it :-D yeah :)

welcome to any suggestions on a new rganization of this poem--all stanza are numbered so just critique with the numbers  ex.- 1, 2 4, 7, 3, etc...

About my struggles with depression

Coming home to my old bedroom was hard. I had to fight back tears. There was alot of things in my room that reminded of him.

"I spent Thursday night with a razor in my hand. I sliced up my thighs. I tasted my blood. I am now left with these beautiful cuts on my legs." -LushPoison Oct. 19, 2002

i was having a feeling of being useless becasue i was different, but hell! individuality makes the world go round!

Just think about it.