Introduction
My second Apollo project was centered around the topic of mental health, specifically depression and suicide. With the given thinking skill, perspective, I was able to take the topic and examine it in an usual way.
English
I was able to create three different poems and a spoken word piece for my English portion. My poems had three different speakers; the "victim", a friend, and parents. The spoken word that I did concluded in the fact that people grow up learning standards but are never taught what to do/ how to handle metal health issues.
When things get hard, I give up
My body's fine, But my thoughts erupt “I'm not good enough” “No one likes me” “Would anyone notice if I was gone?” ...unlikely So why not? I'll just do it My friends say that they care for me Although they never prove it Pretending that I'm fine, But I have a confession My smiles and laughs are lies, I guess they call this feeling depression I overthink and I get nervous, So I only show the surface But the truth is that I'm hurting, Do I really have a purpose? I'm so uncertain, So undecided, right? I go to school and laugh, And tell myself I'll be alright The struggle should be worth it once I see a little light... But I don't see any light It went out awhile ago I'm tired out this fight So what’s the point of trying? If I still cry myself to sleep every single night I’m sorry mom and dad I'm sorry I was such a disappointment And to the few friends I had, I’m sorry but I can't do this anymore I don't know how to explain I know you're probably wondering why I know I said I was fine when you asked I don't know why I choose to lie But I guess all of that doesn’t matter now Because this is my goodbye With love and apology, I |
How was i supposed to know
i mean, Yeah They did seem a bit off lately i guess But Why . Didn't . They . Just . TALK. TO. ME. i was here i was always there i don't think i did anything… Could this be my fault i mean, Sure, We had our disagreements But everyone does i don't remember being mean to them But i guess there was this one time Oh no this is my fault Its my fault What have i done Why couldn't they just talk to me i wouldve listened i should've heard the silent screams i should've talked to them Or somebody Anybody Maybe i could have made a difference Now all i do is call and wait for it to go to voicemail Just. to. hear. their. voice. again. i miss everything about them Everyday i feel different Why do i deserve to continue breathing if they don't They should've talked to me. With my apologies, Friend (i miss you) |
We lost our baby
We slowly noticed them fade away Locked doors. No light. Loss in appetite. We lost our baby We failed as parents How do we move on? They’re gone. No more. We lost our baby Behind locked doors The pain. The struggle. Their tears? A puddle. We lost our baby We can not move on We can not. We will not. They will not be forgot. We lost our baby We want them back One more kiss. One more hug. Wishing we could show our love. We lost our baby Sorry we let things get so bad Love, Mom & Dad |
History
I thought that it would be interesting to take an US event and give people involved a mental health problem. My topic settled upon 9/11 and I decided to do journal enteries. There were also three of those. The first person is not real, but instead became thought up and was depicted by how I thought someone struggling with depression would view 9/11. The second person was Thomas McGuinness who was the first officer on American 11. The third and final was from the perceptive of Christine Lee Hanson who was the youngest who lost their lives due to the attacks, being only two years old.
Art
I choose to take my written spoken word and improve it. I then filmed it like it was a monologue/ Ted Talk.