My life stinks,
I'm a rotten kid,
So why don't I just kill myself?
It's down the sink,
I should be rid,
Just a bad book on a shelf.
I'm a lone prisoner,
Trapped way over here,
Won't someone come and help me?
They're all busier,
They won't ever peer,
To come look at me and see.
At practice I laugh and smile,
At school I frown and glare,
But at home, I'm living a juvenile nightmare.
It's like I'm in a trial,
My mom gives me a hard stare,
And no one comes to give me a damn care.
I seem to be cheerful and content,
I seem to live an awesome life,
But in truth, I'm just living a nightmare.
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Poetry from my Dark Mind [POEMS]
PoetryI write poetry in order to expel the emotions from me. Or just to record them. In this case, I'm trying to get rid of all this depression...