Sad-MeA Poem by Nicholas DuboeThis is a poem that embodies those moments when I slip into darkness. I hope some of you can relate. Thanks for reading!Sad-Me It's strange when the Sad-Me comes out to play, Especially on those normal not sad kind of days, While I sit with a smoke, my mouth shaped in a grin, then the urge to slam that cigarette in my skin. Then snap back to me again but wait where did I go, Why all of the sudden did that Sad-Me show, I felt fine earlier and my day had went great, Then without provocation, a wave of pure hate. A hate going not outward but quickly thrust in, Despising myself wishing for pain to begin, Cause thats what I deserve, my happiness is a mask, My life should be razors, cigarettes and a flask. But I know that's not me, I was fine till this minute, Sad-Me I can see my life how you spin it, I put out the cigarette, sent it soaring with a flick, I'm happy now Sad-Me so get over it you dick. © 2018 Nicholas DuboeAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on May 16, 2018 Last Updated on July 28, 2018 Tags: GothikahLIVE, poetry, depression, poem, sad, mental health AuthorNicholas DuboeBowie, TXAboutHello there, my username is a pen name to be honest but I am currently 26 years old. I am a husband, a father and a son. I am also a poet and attempting novelist. I began writing years ago using Books.. more..Writing
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