Little Short Poems

Down And Never Up

what is this feeling

burning inside of me?

why am i always imagining

unusual images like suicide,

anorexia, sicknesses, death.

Please don't call me emo,

for in any moment,

in any day now,

i might just collapse right in

front of your eyes.

Please, i need a hand, a shoulder

to lean on,

or anything of happiness.

Even just for awhile,

even just for a little bit,

oh i would die to get those,

but how can i?

when no one else is there for me.

if you can't understand me,

at least try,

and i'll help you along the way.

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