drew618
24 December 2008, 08:30 PM
Everything is blackened out
the pain that they bring.
They just treat me like garbage,
It's a horrible thing.
Trying to keep these thoughts out of my head.
They are pounding and they won't stop
You horrible people are their drive
Why?
It happens to too many people
Do you understand the risk?
Do you understand my pain?
No, you don't know a thing.
I sit in the shadows
with my friends named Me, Myself, and I.
You wonder why I'm weird like this.
You are the ones who made it happen.
So now I listen to the rain
and it starts to feel like home.
This gloomy dark dreadful place
I don't want to stay here.
But if you want me to shut up,
then why don't ya do it yourself.
Show me some respect
or trust just doesn't exist.
You may call it depression,
you may just say I'm weird.
Maybe your right, but for now
I'm just not sure where to turn.
So why do you make me cry?
That's right, you don't have a reason.
So come on fight your war against me
I won't see it coming.
No matter what happens
It doesn't matter to anyone
There are people who see my pain.
Why cant you be like them?
You don't know how much this effects me
you just think it's some joke.
Are you blind or something?
It's turned me into a horrible person.
So now you just proceed to make it worse?
You are horrible.
So now just let me walk alone
in the rain.
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If you hadn't noticed, this poem is about depression. I was inspired to write about how hard depression is after hearing about all the incredible things TWLOHA(To Write Love On Her Arms) is doing to try to fix depression, suicide, self-inflicted wounds, etc.
the pain that they bring.
They just treat me like garbage,
It's a horrible thing.
Trying to keep these thoughts out of my head.
They are pounding and they won't stop
You horrible people are their drive
Why?
It happens to too many people
Do you understand the risk?
Do you understand my pain?
No, you don't know a thing.
I sit in the shadows
with my friends named Me, Myself, and I.
You wonder why I'm weird like this.
You are the ones who made it happen.
So now I listen to the rain
and it starts to feel like home.
This gloomy dark dreadful place
I don't want to stay here.
But if you want me to shut up,
then why don't ya do it yourself.
Show me some respect
or trust just doesn't exist.
You may call it depression,
you may just say I'm weird.
Maybe your right, but for now
I'm just not sure where to turn.
So why do you make me cry?
That's right, you don't have a reason.
So come on fight your war against me
I won't see it coming.
No matter what happens
It doesn't matter to anyone
There are people who see my pain.
Why cant you be like them?
You don't know how much this effects me
you just think it's some joke.
Are you blind or something?
It's turned me into a horrible person.
So now you just proceed to make it worse?
You are horrible.
So now just let me walk alone
in the rain.
________________________________________________
If you hadn't noticed, this poem is about depression. I was inspired to write about how hard depression is after hearing about all the incredible things TWLOHA(To Write Love On Her Arms) is doing to try to fix depression, suicide, self-inflicted wounds, etc.