Depression in a poem

by Sonya   Feb 27, 2004


You have a bad day
You think tomorrow will be OK
Then day by day
The meanest things is all anyone can say

Its like it was Friday the 13th
I fell in awkward places
I stepped in the wrong places
I spoke the wrong things
And people seem to think
Everything about me is a game

Everyone today lied to my face
Friend or foe
Id like to know
Cause either one or either or
They said the same things
Treat me like I'm a who0re

Walking down the halls
Like i do everyday
When im alone i sit and cry
Wondering why can lightning thrash down
And let me die

I cry myself to sleep
And wonder if anyone cares
Because so it seems
That no one would care about my little problems
In this little life of mine
What has changed
I do not know

You say its me
And say stuff about me
When i haven't changed a bit
Not even a hint
Its been you
That got to be so perfect
And didn't understand
A friend in need

So what do i do
When i have no one to turn too
Enemies start being kinder then friends
No we know the worlds gonna end
Forgive me god for my sins
Let me have a few wins
In this game of life

For if i said but one more tear
Ill carry it to my grave

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