I need to know why,
These people insult me
People that are my friends
I really try to show them I have feelings
I try not to cry
Am I just a place holder, in the hallways
I'm hurt always
Home isn't different
Momma's full of it
I always ask "where's daddy?"
"He's gone. Well bye baby, I'm leaving"
"But you promised you always promise your never honest..."
By the time three years have passed
I've had an eventful past
Full of depression
I notice the years pass to fast
I go to another therapy session
I no longer want to be cool
And don't care about school, there's always drugs
That I use to keep afloat from, from...
I will no longer cry
Or try
Because I will rather die
And write one word for momma
bye
STAI LEGGENDO
Depressing Rounds
PoesiaWell 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...
