My depression pulls me
Towards the knives
The pins
To anything with a point
You, my Knuffen
Pull me back
Away from the things many people fear
The things that bring forth my blood
And make my skin red with pain
Away from death
You, my Little Boop
Pull me back
Offer me places to hide from the people who weigh me down
You, the guy who I've never seen your face
Pull me back
Offer me comfort with long paragraphs
And to a nerd like me
They are the most comfort anyone could offer
You, my friend from school
Pull me back
The person who I rarely get to talk to
But when we do
I always feel safe
No matter our topic
You, my brother
Pull me back
While we both struggle to say words to each other
The struggle is not for the lack of words
But the understanding we share without them
We need only say something once
And I always feel safe with you
All of you
You are the ones who pull me back
You are the ones who keep me here
You are the ones who have the power to let go and stop caring
And let me go to all the points
And to expose my blood to oxygen
But you don't
You are the ones who pull me back
There are so many people contained without the poem who I want to give a shout out to and say who they are but really they know who they are. pun_lover HeyItsLiam DiviouslyLost are a couple of the people mentioned. The other two either don't have a wattpad or want to remain anonymous so if you really care you'll have to do some stalking but please don't that's just weird :P You guys know who you are and I just want to say thank you again. I can't say it enough, it's days like these where I'm so glad that I'm still alive.
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