A new beginning
It seems like everyone pitied you and it made you depressed. after you made it into fifth grade the pity and bullying had ceased because everyone had known you to long and it seemed like it hadn't gotten to you in a while."
goodbye...
Slit my wrists, Close my eyes. Watch me bleed, Watch me die. I fall to my knees as you cry, I say nothing except goodbye.
shadows
A cold mightnights toch glistens appon my fur. I feal a lonely abandoned feal even though I lived in this waste land forver. I never even thought of how my wolfish self in does clothing hurt so many. I have been hurt but I hurt others as well. I'm a...
Life is a Lie
Death is freedom From this lie, To live is to Exists in false hope, In death I am Still a captive, In life I'm in false hope, But all I hope for Is Truth or Deceit, I am an indefinite presence, With the wish for a known Basis to go on...
Nothing I can do
These are the thoughts and feelings i battle constantly; everyone around me seems draped in the grim shadows of depression sadness and fear, terror of what won't come, and here i sit, with a blank stare and an open heart.
Friendless
You see me smiling from the outside, But you don't see how I feel in the inside. I admit; I fake at being happy, But who can blame me? I have no one to talk to Not even my "friends". Oh why, oh why, do I try When nobody says "Hi." ...
pain with a smile
I can't stand it. My music isn't loud enough to make me deaf. My blade isn't sharp enough to make me dead. I push you all away. Wishing your happiness to stay. I will leach you dry. Suck the glee right from your eye. Steal the thing you wish to share....
A Noir- Prolouge
It always rains here; the somber mood of this city can really get to you. It's not the darkness, nor the gray solemn streets; it's more like a dismal spirit hangs over this city. I should know, as a Detective I was always knee deep in the murder that...
Nothing
The depression like a never ending decay causes pain and looms above every place you venture, following you like a shadow.
The Box
#2 of poetry this was written in the midst of a severe depressive cycle and may not be for everyone. i suffer from depression and have done so since i was thirteen.
Filler
There was a cracked man, Who had a cracked heart, Something happened to this Cracked man, That made his Cracked heart much worse, He didn't understand, It didn't affect him, He just accepted, Now the cracked man... Is a broken shell of what he...
A One-Man Masquerade
To avoid the awkward question, i never looked sad around anyone when i could help it, even when depression held me under a cloud of despair.