Heartbreak never really mends. This is an example of it.
Please, be a darling and help me out of this depression.
You all keep getting the wrong f*****g impression.
There isn't just one thing wrong.
It's so many f*****g different things, D****t, I just need to stay strong.
But I'm really not sure where I belong.
With everyone around me I feel crowded in.
I've held so many things inside I have no idea where to begin.
The feeling that I am completely alone won't go away.
It is there everyday.
All these people that where once my best friends have just begun to stray.
I keep asking for that knife.
Do I really want to continue with this life?
Just wake me up inside.
The world is just starting to collide.
Everything is starting to topple.
When will these tears stop falling?
They are making me so weak I have begun crawling.
Pick me up, and lead me on the right path.
There is just so much wrath.
I just want this continuous weakness to leave me alone.
I'm just so f*****g scared.
Stop telling me I'm not prepared!
Do you think I don't know?
My heart has started beating quicker, and faster the blood begins to flow.
It has gotten so hard to breath.
God d****t, the world is passing around me.
The fact that I will be alright has no guarantee.
My sorrow has turned me into this.
There is no more f*****g bliss.
Please try and save me with a kiss.
I need someone to be my support.
And maybe you have just become my last resort.
I'm just asking for a tiny favor.
Don't you want to be a life savor?
You are just so much braver.
Red marks are stained to my face.
I just want everything to erase.
Disregard the fact that I have stepped out of line.
Our bodies once were so intertwined.
The feeling of you beside me has not yet gone away.
God, why do I feel so rejected?
I'm so disconnected.
It's like I have been completely neglected.
All of this is so unexpected.
I use to be so respected.
Your anger and alienation is devastating in this. I don't even know you but I feel like I can hear you screaming this in my ear.
Personally I don't object to adult content, but maybe you should rein in the swearing a bit so that when you do swear it has that much more impact. Think about it, what would be more shocking: a rapper saying f**k in his lyrics or Shakespeare writing it in a sonnet?
I can really relate to this poem. I have always felt rejected my people. People misunderstand me and don't know what I have been through. I have no friends really which makes it harder for me.
I have had many bouts with suicide myself and have been depressed the majority of my life. I think this poem speaks to my heart more then any other i've ever seen before. I know the author must have gone through some of these feelings herself because she seems to know exactly how it feels. And the only way to know these kinda feelings is have lived them. (Please try and save me with a kiss) this line i've spoken to myself many a lonely night with nothing to comfort me but a moist pillow. Thank you for this poem I truly do love it and hope to read more.
There are numerous ways that we could offer to help,
but my guess is this:
You have grown up too fast, that is, perhaps you have tried
living like they seem to do in the movies----it is all sex and
drugs and anti-authority. So, put that stuff in it`s place
and go back to being a child and enjoy the things that are
part and parcel of a child`s life. Kids have a good life when
they just live as kids. That may be where many of your old
friends are---- being kids.
Your anger and alienation is devastating in this. I don't even know you but I feel like I can hear you screaming this in my ear.
Personally I don't object to adult content, but maybe you should rein in the swearing a bit so that when you do swear it has that much more impact. Think about it, what would be more shocking: a rapper saying f**k in his lyrics or Shakespeare writing it in a sonnet?
The rhythm was different than usual poems on here. I really liked it, and the way you talked about depression. I know where you're coming from. Very well written.
I think the strong Language compliments the piece well .. depression is so ..time consuming it often has no explaination and does not need any, I have been there.. no escape ..just sort of get to the point where you get angry and say to yourself ..that I am going to be my own savior and a lot of times it takes looking at it dead in the eye as you do in this poem..I have written myself better many times.
Well written ..sometimes just knowing you are not just one crazy person in a dark hole helps make the dark less scary.
Hello. I'm Amber. I love to write. It is one of my passions. Death, gore, and anything to do with depression really entertain me, and comes naturally when I am writing. I've always loved to write.. more..