My Emotional Cemetery

A poem that expresses the pain and depression I've suffered with...

What are you doing?

Everyone believed in you.

You don't even know what you do

When you sit down and cry

And ask yourself "Why?"

When you know the answer.

You just dig yourself deeper.

Pain is food

And your an emotional eater.

Yeah, life is rough

And having faith is tough,

But that doesn't mean 

You can give up.

Your pathetic,

I'm trying to get you to admit it.

You need a little tough love

In order to get it into that thick head,

That you've feed 

Underseved self righteousness.

It's time to confess

Your own logic's flaws.

I don't understand

Why you built your coffin

With your own hands.

That isn't your job,

So something must've gone wrong...

But who would know?

You bottle it up

And ride along with the flow

Of time.

It's a crime 

That I have to tell you these rhymes

In the first place.

Suck it up;

Past are the memories

That build your emotional cemetery.

So it's time to open your eyes

And smash your tombstone.

When you do, 

You'll find that happiness does grow

And will kill life's poison ivy

That wraps around your feet

And drags you down,

Until you and Death meet.