If you feel pain
You'll know what I aim,
For, which is no more
I've always been poor
And been kicked out the door,
More than once,
Like a bunch
I've try'd to see what depression's like
And I don't like it
I'd rather die in a pit
Than take another day of it
I must make a confession about pain
That it can drive you insane
I've cut myself
Because I love the sight of my blood when I see it
And that's legit
As the knife will end your life or,
Even mine
Because all this crap I'm done with
And it's all behind,
Us now that
I've done it
I've let it go
To show I can be human
I do have feelings
And I've ended them
In the blink of an eye
I die
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
