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Hey these are some poems i found on the internet. I thought they were pretty good!
hypocrital gestures
foul accusations
non-stop name calling
unhealthy friendship
next time you wanna go at it
you might as well bring along your friends to back you up
because one of us is gonna go down soon
and it might as well be you
don't treat me like your sister
dont tell me i act like your mother
just treat me like your cold-hearted enemy
dont think i'll give you the time of day
to try and work this out
because you brought this upon yourself
this time you dug your hole to deep
you're not gonna get out of this one
no matter how determined you are
you really blew it this time
and you wont be given a second chance
so quit while you're ahead
before you end up destroying your own life
the sad thing is.....
is that you dont know when to give up
does it really make you feel that good inside
to know you've just broken another innocent soul?
ever thought about cutting loose?
starting fresh?
possibly cut back on the selfishness
then again maybe thats asking to much of you
you may think a little lie here and there means nothing
but to someone else it means a whole hell of a lot of something!!!
What's this thing I feel?
Why does it control my life?
I feel like I want to die,
Yet I haven't even lived.
I hunker down into a corner
And cry until I can't cry anymore.
One month I'm happy as can be,
And the next I'm swallowing handfuls of pain pills
Trying to numb the pain.
This disease is like looking
Through a black tinted window.
The person on the outside
Can't see what's going on inside.
Walking the streets alone
Seems like my only escape.
And cutting on my arms
Seems like my only salvation.
Even eating can feel like torture,
For it feels as if I'm making myself survive.
Starving makes me feel so good,
But binging and purging feels so much better.
It's the only release,
For me to purge away the tension.
A simple smile can be
The most torturous strain you've ever seen.
The world looks so dark and lonely.
Is it really?
Or is it just my perception
That makes everything look so black?
My whole life feels upside down
And I begin to fear that
It will never be normal again.
I want to be happy.
I want to look back on my life
And say that I had fun.
But I know that I never will.
All I want is to be loved
And not to be ridiculed.
Just because I have
Depression.
