What is my problem
For asking myself
About inner problems
Questioning mental health
I could go out now
And fight for MY world
But I'm tired of fighting
And working for girls
It comes from before me
Before living past
Before consciousness exploring
Before anything cold last
I opened my arms
To get stabbed in the back
Depression, it harms
But not caring, I lack
Its rather gloomy
A drawn-out fiery crash
I'd hope everyone who knew me
Could try to make it last
But I wouldn't mind
Becoming a ghost
In someone else's time
If no-one else would roast
Like this, I thought
Everyone would be freer
Without another human
But just not right here
Sometimes not dying
Is not finishing the job
Depressed, demented, or frying
We'll all just play along
Why is it that happiness
Is so hard to miss
And yet I run away
From all that I wish?
Author notes
This is one poem that I wrote when really depressed (and drunk), that I don't like much but I feel like its still honest.
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Comments
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I thought this poem was interesting and even though it was long, it went at a quick beat and that made it a lot easier to read and made the time shorter. I still think this is a great poem and I personally liked
"Sometimes not dying
is not finishing the job
Depressed, demented, or frying
we'll all play along"
the best words of this poem.
Great write
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Hmm...a bit long...but you poured your whole emotions out and I admire that...
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