When I was 11 I auditioned for a competition called the Echt factor(I know it's a cheesy name:D) After the audition I was really anxios to know if I had been accepted. Then two days later when I came home from school my parents were waiting for me.
" They called!" my mum said shaking her head.
I really thought I hadn't gotten through to the finals. But then it tuned out I had. I was sooo happy to have the chance to win something this big. But 1 month 2 weeks later the practicing had paid off. I had won, I got handed my £150 and my medal, I was so proud and I got to shake hands with someone that knows an awful lot about music, he worked on the radio. Nothing much has changed since then, except that I am so much more confident than I was before the show.
" They called!" my mum said shaking her head.
I really thought I hadn't gotten through to the finals. But then it tuned out I had. I was sooo happy to have the chance to win something this big. But 1 month 2 weeks later the practicing had paid off. I had won, I got handed my £150 and my medal, I was so proud and I got to shake hands with someone that knows an awful lot about music, he worked on the radio. Nothing much has changed since then, except that I am so much more confident than I was before the show.
I wrote this as a diary of someone who is depressed.
I am dying,
It feels my soul is rotting in my fragile heart,
My fragile bones will soon rot,
Should I give up?
I miss happiness,
Music helps me through this,
People say my songs are great,
What do you think?
Could my dream come true?
That’s why I’m alive,
I’m waiting,
My life isn’t over yet,
I have things to live for,
And things I haven’t done,
People unmet,
Songs unsung,
Friends not made,
I want true happiness,
Can’t heal my heart,
Must harm my body to numb the pain inside,
Scars cover my body,
To burn my flesh would be giving up,
So I run I the heat,
Slowly pushing my fingers into my eyes,
Bleeding heart is all I know,
I haven’t told anyone,
Secrets,
My mouth is sealed shut,
I can’t stand the pain,
Why is it like this?
I am dying,
It feels my soul is rotting in my fragile heart,
My fragile bones will soon rot,
Should I give up?
I miss happiness,
Music helps me through this,
People say my songs are great,
What do you think?
Could my dream come true?
That’s why I’m alive,
I’m waiting,
My life isn’t over yet,
I have things to live for,
And things I haven’t done,
People unmet,
Songs unsung,
Friends not made,
I want true happiness,
Can’t heal my heart,
Must harm my body to numb the pain inside,
Scars cover my body,
To burn my flesh would be giving up,
So I run I the heat,
Slowly pushing my fingers into my eyes,
Bleeding heart is all I know,
I haven’t told anyone,
Secrets,
My mouth is sealed shut,
I can’t stand the pain,
Why is it like this?
If you are afraid of blood don't read my songs.
I run away from the pitch black,
Fall in a pool of my own blood.
And the more we stay together the more we pull apart.
A pool of blood and glitter five feet high, five feet wide.
I hit the ground hard,
Fall through the earth.
A mouthful of my blood,
Choking.
Lifeless bodies on the ground,
I'm bleeding now.
Love used as poisoning
So I run away.
Consider your blood I'm running out.
In the water I can't swim.
The mysteries of life.
The light looks promising,
I'm charcoal in its flames
The wind sucking away my life,
Leaving me to dance in the stars.
To dance with my nine lives.
Sorry it's so short
I run away from the pitch black,
Fall in a pool of my own blood.
And the more we stay together the more we pull apart.
A pool of blood and glitter five feet high, five feet wide.
I hit the ground hard,
Fall through the earth.
A mouthful of my blood,
Choking.
Lifeless bodies on the ground,
I'm bleeding now.
Love used as poisoning
So I run away.
Consider your blood I'm running out.
In the water I can't swim.
The mysteries of life.
The light looks promising,
I'm charcoal in its flames
The wind sucking away my life,
Leaving me to dance in the stars.
To dance with my nine lives.
Sorry it's so short
Natalia Ferreiro
