All I Really Wanted

Seeing an old friend for the first time in a long time

I’m walking down my old street

My mind full of hate

 

I need to make it to wherever

Don’t want to be late

 

I remember my old friends and people I knew

When life was still fair, and love was still true

 

I walk by your house

And remember you face

 

When I thought you were pretty

I thought you were great

 

I see you walk by me

And our eyes meet

 

I know we were like family

Well wasn’t that sweet

 

But things have changed

And I’ve been through hell

 

 

While you lived a happy life

I bowed my head to depression

 

When you laughed with your friends

I sobbed alone

 

And you realize it’s me

And you’re happy as can be

 

But my madness and sorrow

Is all that I see

 

Where were you when I was going to kill myself?

Where were you when I battled depression and madness

 

Did you help me?

No, you left me

 

You forgot all about me while you partied on with your new friends

You worried about how well you did on a school test

 

While I worried about what would happen if I killed myself

Where were you then?

 

And you look me in the eyes and say “hi”

And I don’t blame you.

I don’t blame you for not being there for me when I was bullied

 

I don’t blame you for counting friends while I was counting pills

I don’t care.

 

And I walk on as nothing happened

Because I'm busy like you were

 

I just wish that once in your busy life, you could have taken some of your time to have been there.

That’s all I really wanted.

Author's Note

Depression drove me to write this poem.


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Reviews

[KWP]

I am sorry. to hear you suffered a bout of depression. Hope you are back on the up snd up and up.

This piece is again very telling. You tell the reader what's going on. You don't drag them into your depression kicking and screaming. You can do thi easily by giving their mind a sensation they easily know hoe to grab on to, give them something relatable. You suffered, so dig deep in that well of experience and show us how your f*****g felt when the cold cement floor was always too hard to sink into but you were too heavy to lift yourself up. I want to feel it.

For spoken word, the rhyming is neat, all a bit simple mind you but the beat is there.

Another bonus was the length. I saw this and felt it was achievable.

Just - never a good word to use - I have a bad habit of that - don't use it unless it is required.

I think you should review me, purely because you don't review.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Definitely could be improved on in many ways, the poem probably won’t get that treatment, simply because I have more interest in newer poems. But I do see the weak points and appreciate your review.

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You already wrote up long ago what I want to write now.