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More Poems [TW: Depression?]

"I like it, I guess"

Writing, drawing, creating.

Your hands and fingers move across the pages,

Like a fish swimming through the water.

Quick, smooth, and motivated for a destination.

Your hand pouring out endless imagination

Flowing off your fingertips as you continue.

Pride and joy swelling in you as you get closer to the finish.

Finally the moment comes.

You rest your hands and look at what you've made.

Your mouth thins out into a pride filled smile

This is so great. I'm so proud of what I've made.

You want to share it with others close.

You hand it to them,

The creation you spilled your heart into with pride.

They look at it as you await their answer.

They look back at you and give you the answer

To the question on your mind.

Do you like it?

"I like it, I guess. It's okay"

I Tried.

Never feeling enough.

I can't ever help someone enough,

To be what they needed.

But I tried.

I'm not perfect in what I make.

I make mistakes or I can always improve.

My creations may never be the best they can be.

But I tried.

I can't always be there for her.

To warn her of him, them.

I can't always keep her,

In a bubble wrapped world of safety.

I sometimes have to let her get hurt for her to see,

There are dangers in this world and some come in glitter.

But I tried.

I'm not always going to be good enough for you,

Am I?

I can't love you the way I wanted to,

To keep you happy and feeling loved.

I couldn't always comfort you when you needed it.

I couldn't love you well enough to keep you around.

But I tried.

I told myself I wouldn't,

I promised I wouldn't.

But I did.

I took the one thing I held closest to myself.

Now I stand here, cold and alone,

Staring down at my dead body next to the empty bottle of pills.

I had nobody anymore, no one to help me see

The silver lining in my dark clouded life.

But I tried. 

Never A First Choice

Always there, never chosen.

Always involved, yet I'm always

The last chosen.

They tell me that I can count on them,

They'll be there for me.

But it's never true.

I try my best to be there for them,

When they're in their time of need.

But what about me?

What about when you said

You'd always be there for me.

No matter what happened, you'd be here

For me.

But I realized soon, they didn't mean it.

They were there for someone else,

But not me.

I'm never a first choice.

Hh I would appreciate it if you guys would let me know if you like the poems or if I suck and should stop-

Have a sinful day my lovlies~