It comes slowly,
or it comes crashing down.
Whichever way,
its hard for everyone,
right?
I see you die,
inside your mind,
and soul, and body.
To me,
your pathetic.
You loser.
I won the game.
You gave up,
so early.
Are you that much
of a wimp?
Can't stand,
all the words,
all the work,
all the depression...
You need to get over it.
I am harsh,
but truthful.
Do you really want to
walk around,
with your shoulders slumped,
and that sad little face?
Everyone looks,
and thinks,
"oh... she must be having a hard time."
Well...
Theres harder times.
Harder lives, to live.
Yours isn't that bad.
Get over yourself.
Stop complaining,
and do something about it.
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Comments
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i think it is a very intresting poem. i have been in several depression stages and this is exatly what it is like. great job capturing this image!
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Me
This has got to be my favorite poem ever, that I made.
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