I miss my old friends
and the laughs we used to share
I don't miss my misery though
or the tears that in time I shed
now there's a hole
one with no end
and I have no one to talk to
I did this to myself
yet again.
I found the source to my oncoming depression
the reason myself
I want time to fix me
but the stupid thing won't comply
my pride is to big
and I feel extremely guilty
what has life come to
something not that easy
time found itself
flowing through my bones
I'm not angry anymore
just really alone.
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PoetryOh wow, something about myself. Am I a deep person? Yes. I write in ways no one will ever understand. These are my poems. The way I express myself. Through the words of depression and sadness. Hell I'd turn back now. Or just stay. Read my life story...
