Being a simple teenager,
I try to get away,
I try to runaway,
From everything,
I think of everyone,
What they're thinking,
Are they talking about me?
Are they critizing me?
Why do I care?
Why do I care?
I was watching,
Your eyes following me around,
And I want to scream,
I want to yell,
Follow me to hell,
I'm torn and bleeding,
And I take these pills,
It is my body that it kills,
I'm sorry family,
I'm sorry friends,
This pain and torment has got to end,
But it didn't end there,
I woke up in the hostpital
Just hours later,
They thought I was gone,
They thought I was dead,
They asked and wondered how much I bled,
And all I could show them is my tears that I shed,
I stayed there,
Watching my parents in agnoy,
And I knew I couldn't even think about doing it,
I don't care my friend,
That will never happen again,
I swear these new thoughts will begin,
I swear my sucidial tendancy will go away,
And I will begin a new day,
Why do I care?
What you all think,
What you all say,
Why do I even give you the light of day,
Why do I care?
Why do I care?
This life can never be just fair,
And thats ok,
But why do I care?
A contest entry
- Mental Illness by piccola.
1000 points, ended November 13, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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suicidal tendencies .....that would have been a great title. this gives a good picture of depression and that what do I care feeling. nice job.
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You have captured the pain of depression here, but ended it with hope . . . my prayers for you to be able to move past your hurt.

