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Depression From Nothing
Author: Mere

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I weep and sigh and hope to die,
From here on out, I no longer cry,
If Jay could do it, so can I,
I know I'll never really get by.

Sometimes I wish I could put a gun to my head,
Then pull the trigger and make myself dead,
There's scars all over me, mom doesn't know,
One of these days, they're bound to show.

Mom never should haave had me, it's wrong for her,
Everytime I look at her, it's a blur,
Unbearable feelings I'm willing to hide,
Someday, somehow, they'll come out from inside.

I know I'm not poor, so don't even try,
No one knows why I cry,
There's more to life than this f***ed up thing,
Maybe it's time for the death bell to ring.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

jasmine (68.186.249.27) -- Thursday, April 5 2007, 01:30 am

interesting

i think this is amazing! not the fact about wanting to die but the ability to writing something like this is amazing!
 
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