This is my life. Forever and always, every day.
So… I wrote a poem… My English teacher would be so proud! :D
Your sticks and stones
Have broken my bones
Your words will haunt me forever.
What you don’t get
Is that before we met
My life couldn’t have been better.
But because of you
My life has turned blue,
My world gone from color to grey,
Sometimes I wonder,
I sit there and ponder,
If it’ll all be better today.
Good god this is depressing :S
to laugh with
“Outcast,” they mutter.
Just for being who I am.
One thing they don’t like-
i just wrote this today but i could swear i wrote something very similar to this last year
I am no one.
Not a friend,
Not a son.
For that day to come.
Where I die.
I will not be missed.
There will be no bliss.
Who says that suicide isn’t the answer
When life isn’t even a question
I pray at night
To be six feet under
Death is my secret obsession
I’ve seen enough of this wretched world
That no reason to stay
Is a good reason to go
I’m sorry I can’t be your one
It’s only because I’m just a big none
I’m sorry I’m stupid and dumb
I think I should just be hung
I’m sorry I can’t do anything right
I just need some dust to bite
I’m sorry I can’t be your man
I’m a pathetic little tin can
I’m sorry I can’t be entertaining
If anything I’m mood deflating
I wish I was better I really do
I’m really sorry, I’m just not enough for you
It’s the kind of dull pain you feel in
the center of your chest.
It’s not your heart, it’s where you imagine
it is, and it aches.
Maybe I’m just perpetually in this kind
of pain, all in my head.
I can take all the depression I have and
compress it into a pill…
I can take it and force a smile…
We all have a simple music box
It is a heavy weight on our chest that is like a rock
A burden to carry a melody of their own
A hand-crafted melody for each person left alone
Mine has long been broken
Leaving my life left unspoken
My heart beats too fast or too slow
My feeling of pain will…