Sitting in front of a computer,
head in hands.
Listening to instrumental sad songs,
avoiding my favorite bands.
Thinking about what's going on,
thinking about her.
Thinking about what's gone wrong
and how life isn't fair.
How my school tests went wrong,
how my family is broken.
About my grades
and words unspoken.
Words I should have said,
but never did.
I'm a piece
of a broken little shit.
Will it ever get better,
my life i mean?
Is it temporary,
now when I'm a teen?
Or will it stay with me
even when I'm an adult?
What will be then,
what will be the result?
Will I ever get back,
from my depressed state?
I hope I will,
but I'm already loosing my faith.
YOU ARE READING
The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
