Do you know me?
And who I want to be?
Hiding behind this mask
I still wonder how these emotions came about
Was I young but don't remember
Or was I as I am now
And just can't think back
I'm to afraid of my feelings
What lingers in the part of me that can feel?
We're all made in the image of God
We can never amount up to what love he feels
But we can feel, and I wonder how much we can feel
Is there different levels of feeling that you can reach?
Like anger, sadness?
Those are feelings and everyone has different levels of them
It frightens me how much we can feel
Feelings hurt so very badly
And I don't want to feel a lot of them
But I can't help it
I lose control
Over my actions and over my words
When I feel depressed I just want to die
Lay in my bed and go to sleep
Since sleep to me is like death
But without the commitment
It makes me feel less of this world
That's why I dream all day
Being apart of this world makes me sad, but also happy at some times
I just don't understand why they just can't push past it
I know how it feels
But at least I try now
I used to not
But now I know what true depression feels like
And it eats away at me
At a part of my soul that I didn't know I had
I used to be nothing but happy or angry as a child, but now I'm more grown up and I can see the world with my eyes
The friends I have, aren't truly my friends
But people who are lonely and have no one else to talk too
I know this now
But that's okay
I can still feel happy about this day
I have true friends
Like Kurt Cobain said
They're in my head
So I can go inside that world
And try to stay there hidden away
No one will find me
Because no one will know where to look
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Thinking Is A Nasty Habit
PuisiThis is just some of my poetry that I couldn't keep in anymore. They're my thoughts on how people feel, and what I feel. I did this particularly to see if anyone else thought similar or felt anything for whatever I write.
