It's Just Another Poem
I am sick of love songs, and poems about a broken heart.
You want my life story, well, where do I even start?
My world went down when I turned seven.
I started cutting at the age of eleven.
I wish I knew I could write,
Before I realized razors made everything feel alright.
Mother's day isn't fun, when you have to go to the cemetery.
When you father abused you, the scars where only temperary.
I guess when someone you love is killed,
You start to drown out your sorrow in some pills, and this is where my addiction builds.
I'm only fifteen, but I know the feeling of depression.
You are never to young to feel like dying.
And you are never to old to just start crying.
I can't tell you why I am depressed, but I can tell you what it's like , I'll give you an impression.
I hid this for so long, but it got the best of me.
No one ever knew, they only see what they want to see.
I plastered on a smile, and I walked out the door.
I broke down and told someone " I just don't want to hurt anymore."
When the ones you love find out the saddness you hide,
They'll have a thousand of thoughts running through their mind.
Like, "I knew something was wrong." and "How can I be so blind?"
Weeks go on, and it's going back to the same old way.
You think I'm better, And you think I'm fine..
I just want you to know, that I'm not okay,
and I just wan you to know that this isn't for attention, and this isn't a lie.
Do you know what it's like to feel alone, when everybody is right by your side?
Am I rambling on? I'm just going to write a while longer, that is if you don't mind.
Questions they ask, Lies I reply.
Like " Are you okay?" ... "Yeah, I am fine."
"Don't believe that...my mind screams."
"Did someone hurt you?" .. "No, my heart is whole.." "Don't listen to her, yeah her heart was whole, but now it's falling apart at the seams."
"what are you doing after school?" .. "Nothing yet, I don't know." "Yeah she does. She's popping pills and going to sleep."
But that's a secret she keeps.
I just want to feel alright..
But when I feel like this, I always have a million of things to write.
......This isn't the life I want to live..
You want my life story, well, where do I even start?
My world went down when I turned seven.
I started cutting at the age of eleven.
I wish I knew I could write,
Before I realized razors made everything feel alright.
Mother's day isn't fun, when you have to go to the cemetery.
When you father abused you, the scars where only temperary.
I guess when someone you love is killed,
You start to drown out your sorrow in some pills, and this is where my addiction builds.
I'm only fifteen, but I know the feeling of depression.
You are never to young to feel like dying.
And you are never to old to just start crying.
I can't tell you why I am depressed, but I can tell you what it's like , I'll give you an impression.
I hid this for so long, but it got the best of me.
No one ever knew, they only see what they want to see.
I plastered on a smile, and I walked out the door.
I broke down and told someone " I just don't want to hurt anymore."
When the ones you love find out the saddness you hide,
They'll have a thousand of thoughts running through their mind.
Like, "I knew something was wrong." and "How can I be so blind?"
Weeks go on, and it's going back to the same old way.
You think I'm better, And you think I'm fine..
I just want you to know, that I'm not okay,
and I just wan you to know that this isn't for attention, and this isn't a lie.
Do you know what it's like to feel alone, when everybody is right by your side?
Am I rambling on? I'm just going to write a while longer, that is if you don't mind.
Questions they ask, Lies I reply.
Like " Are you okay?" ... "Yeah, I am fine."
"Don't believe that...my mind screams."
"Did someone hurt you?" .. "No, my heart is whole.." "Don't listen to her, yeah her heart was whole, but now it's falling apart at the seams."
"what are you doing after school?" .. "Nothing yet, I don't know." "Yeah she does. She's popping pills and going to sleep."
But that's a secret she keeps.
I just want to feel alright..
But when I feel like this, I always have a million of things to write.
......This isn't the life I want to live..