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I'm the good one.
I don't do drugs,
Or drink beer.
Yet I still get crap
For being late or
Not saying where I am.
What is this love?
Do you think I'll
Become one of them.
Well you're wrong!
I make good choices.
I'm not stupid.
You know me better than that.
I'm the good one.
Don't you remember?
Or have you forgotten?
I don't do drugs,
Or drink beer.
Yet I still get crap
For being late or
Not saying where I am.
What is this love?
Do you think I'll
Become one of them.
Well you're wrong!
I make good choices.
I'm not stupid.
You know me better than that.
I'm the good one.
Don't you remember?
Or have you forgotten?
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Depression
Thoughts run through your mind
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
Couldn't understand
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, hel
Literature
Depression
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.
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I wrote this when i got really pissed off at my mom. It basically is a complaint on how i get unjust treatment.
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wow it sounds a lot like me! i dont do drugs, but i am late....
great poem!
great poem!