Cry Out

Cry out.

That’s how I found out

I’m depressive

I’m f*****g angry

Make me see

I’m not me

I’ve changed

Leave me alone!

Get fucked

I hate you!

I became that b*****d you know

The hero you hate

F**K OFF!

Go kill yourself

Or I’ll help you Die

F*****g b***h

Go f**k yourself

Sorry for my language

But this part of me must die.

I hate myself

I’m fat, ugly and depressive

F**k off

All these voices screaming in my head.

Author's Note

Honest Opinion

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I had a few days where anger was all I had. A bottle of tequila and I clear a beach at Big Surf. Me and my drinking buddy were not arrested for the lack of police in the area. I like this poem. Anger is alright as long as no-one gets hurt. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Chelsea]

Wow you really are mad!!
I like it though.... It's neat how you have almost two people here. A cool perspective :)

[Brook Hughes]

At first I thought you were talking about someone else too! Good poem though. Keep Writing and I will keep reviewing!

[Cocoacandy]

wow... at first i thought that you were talkin to someone else... but when i realized that you were echoing the voices that you hear.. and that put a huge new perspective on the poem in a whole... nice write, thanks for sharing it with us..
*cocoabean*

[A Risen Heroine.]

wow, you sure are pissed of at someone.
I guess I know who it might be.
All in all a great read!
Thanks for sharing!
Keep up the awesome work!
~A Fallen Heroine~