Ignore me, if you will,
it's not my fault I'm ill.
My disease is one of a kind,
rendering me useless and blind.
Not literally of course,
it just causes me a little remorse.
Causing my sadness,
and over all helplessness.
Ignore me, if you will,
it's not my fault that I'm ill.
That my presence is alone,
it its own little dome.
It's not my fault I'm a little awkward,
you just have to push forward.
Through my defenses,
and all my weirdness.
Otherwise my presence would stay alone,
in its own little dome.
Ignore me, if you will,
it's not my fault I'm ill.
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Poems For The Lonely And Depressed
PoetryExactly what the title says, poems for the lonely and depressed. P.S. All of the poems written are by me unless I say so. [2018 Note] Revamp known as 'the lonely & the depressed', because everyone knows this kind of thing is chronic.
