When I think about life, I soon begin to cry
And all I want to do is lie down and die
The hurtful words and scares on my heart
I feel torn apart
Get over it they all say, its not that bad
And the the fact they have no idea what it feels like makes me mad
Because words hurt and there's nothing you can do
That pain of everything they throw at you will never sweep through
Depression is not a joke;it's not something you take lightly
This world is gripping you tightly and you can't escape and everyone thinks your a mistake
Hold on that last string of your heart
Don't give up on people
Even if there is one person in your life who appreciates you
Who accepts you for who you are
So live on and don't let railroads of life confuse you
Live on be proud of who you are and not what people want you to be.
YOU ARE READING
Abuse pomes
PoetryThis story is completed I hope u like it it's over it's sad is all I can say it's pretty much my life
