Just another day

I’m like the one cursed one within the shattered pieces of my pride..

I hate the way act, I constantly, constantly kill myself in my mind..

I can’t find myself in this post-depression..

Am I happy again?..

I don’t know..

I go to school with her but I cannot constantly hide from the pains she gives..

I want to completely be rid of her, and her disgusting taste even though..

Even though I would probably be with her again if she asked..

Am I happy again?..

I don’t know..

I have a friend that is suicidal, I don’t want my best friend to die, I hope he knows..

I want to help him out of it but I am frustrated with my lack of consistency to know him..

I would never say something to him that could make him kill himself, He’s just a kid damn it.

Am I happy again?..

I don’t know..

I wanna keep writing for you, but I simply find it boring now, I can’t write of anything but sadness..

I hate the fact of me just being this sad a*s little kid that can’t do anything..

I am not happy again..

I will never be

Author's Note

Honest oppinion

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Being young and finding weakness is the world is very good. Hard to see good when we are surrounded by s**t. I like the feel and emotion of this poem. Your friend who is suicidal. keep a eye on him. I lost family and friends to suicide. Hard to replace a good friend. Woman will twist us up till death. A excellent poem. Can't allow the B.S to bother us. Better to walk your own path.
Coyote