Why did my life end like this?
Why am I here, instead of down there,
enjoying my life.
But no,
people did this to make me.
I believed them.
Those messages,
those punches,
sent hurtfulness to me.
The notes,
the laughter.
No one helped me,
no one even cared.
They thought I was a creep,
Just because I dreaded waking up.
They thought I was crazy,
When I cried myself to sleep.
My parents hated me,
Thought I was trash.
Waste to them.
I was a "second choice".
No one saw me broken.
Why would they care anyway.
They didn't notice me.
They ignored me.
Trash I was to them,
Who cares anyway.
I'm ugly.
Fat.
Dumb.
No one would like me.
That's why I'm here,
In heaven.
I was in hell,
the horror it was.
The scissors that cut my skin,
The razor that gave me scars.
but my 2 favorite weapons,
the gun in my hand pointed to my heart,
and the roped slightly tied around my neck.
Thanks world,
heaven is better.
I chose my destiny,
and it paid off.
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Depression Poems
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