Do I Even Care???

DO I even care about what or why other people act the way they do? If I do then why do I?

     Why? Why should I? Why should I care about anyone...or at that, anything? Depression is just a form of love to me. At least...

Thats...

That is all I have ever known and experienced. So...how can you expect me to belive that love...

I mean...

True Love exists? You can't. It's crazy to me. It dosen't exist. Or dose it? If it dose...

Why?

Why?

Why can't I experience it? Of course though, trust is somthing I decive on. Everytime my trust gains to someone new-I get thrown away like an old toy to a kid. But can that ever change? No-It can't. No mater what I do it can't change. Why should I try? Would it...

Would it be a waste of my time? One can only wonder. Should I care about what others say? What others think? How others act? No-mabe I shouldn't. But then, if I'm not supposed to...

Why?

Why?

Why is it that I do? Why is that all I can do is cry out a tear in pain, but soon turn into sobbing-sobbing pain and suffering. What others do always affects me because it always involvs me. Am I nothing? 

Am I?

AM I?!?!?!

Answe ME!!!!!

No...

I won't get an answer because you don't care. I'm done, the next time your ever see me, the next time you will EVER here from me-

You will see me in the afterlife.

For Suicide is my only choice now. But remember that this is not my fault. This is your fault!

Author's Note

Please not that I am a depressed girl. Please read carefully make this poem into anything that your eyes see it as.

Reviews

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Your idea of depression being a form of love makes a valid image. Love is an energy as are the forces that flow through depression, making it what it is. Both are able to wrap around you like a swirling blanket. Both can blind the reciever. Yet, love..True love, bares no ill will towards the giver or the reciever.
I've been that toy thrown on the ground. It wasn't fun and it certainly wasn't love, even though those that tossed me tried to make me believe it was.

It sounds to me that some of those that orbit your world are swallowed by negative emotions themselves. These people are like black holes. Nothing you say can change who they are or how they act and nothing they say show's any empathy into what you may be feeling, for all they care about is their own small worlds.
Don't let the broken take parts from you. They are your parts and believe me. In life, you need all that God grants us.

Hugs!
Ash

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. we have to fight it out and sit it out ... like my brave and patient friend ... dalebear ... who is only 13 says ... even if it takes forever ... courage is the only solution ...

[Hopelessly Confused]

I really love this poem. I can relate to it a lot. Your writing is amazing and very full of emotion

[Cici Lush]

wow i really loved this poem....the way its written made me read it with such power..and the thought of depression being a form of love paints a detailed picture.