Every single one of my poems feels exactly the same
When think I've gotten over my depression, I fall in love with the pain
Everyday
Its insane
How all these names
Bring me shame
But you see
All the same
I wish I could be
Perfectly sane
But again
And again
All my friends
that I send
these messages
Screaming "Help me!"
And "I'm dying"
Really crying
these "friends"
think I'm lying
They don't think I'm trying
I'm really falling to my death
after breath
again, its insane
Now day
After day
It builds up...
This is the end
I will fight
till i die
its not over
I will fly
I deserve to be happy
and smiling
and laughing
not so crappy
but on top of these feelings
the smiling and the hugging
most of all...
I deserve to be a person, that's filled with loving.
