Rubble

This poem is meant to connect with one's darkest, most self-deprecating thoughts, also directed towards teens. Don't be afraid to be depressed, though, because it is one of our most unique emotions.

My life is falling apart,

But nothing is forever.

I tried gluing myself back up,

But that was a sticky endeavor. 

I went and asked 

Mom for some help.

'It'll go away.'

Is all she would yelp.

So I asked dad

For a little assistance.

'It'll work out,' he said,

'With a little persistence.'

But that parental advice

Brought me nothing but trouble,

Turning my sad, sad life,

Into a pile of rubble.

So I grabbed a knife,

and held it to my skin,

Wondering to myself;

'Where to begin?'

I drag the knife

Across my arm,

Hoping I will become

Brutally marred.

For this is

My only therapy,

That makes me finally

Feel happy.

Author's Note

Be totally honest XD