Please don't compliment me, I'll think you are lying.
I'm just so tired, of constantly crying.
It's the type of tired that can't be cured by sleeping.
The only thing that helps, is to always be weeping.
If you don't know what I mean, then you're one of the lucky ones.
If you're someone like me, then you're mind weighs tons.
People think we're okay, when really we're barely hanging on.
Once we plug in our earphones, the rest of the world is gone.
I'm always so quiet and people ask me why.
It's because of all the negative thoughts, but instead I just lie.
I say, "Oh I don't know what to talk about".
When really if I talk, I'll cause everyone to freak out.
So many things I want to say.
There just isn't enough time in the day.
I just want everything to stop.
Eventually that'll happen, when I drop.
I always feel so misunderstood.
I'm not getting any better, it's hard to explain in words.
My thoughts are oh so messy, they're like tangled chords.
Negativity is in the air surrounding me, people hate being around me because of it.
It's not like I mean any harm, the positivity is just lit.
It's burned and replaced with negativity, that's why I'm just better off gone.
I just need to leave already, but it's hard to bring death upon.
My hesitance stops me, no matter how much I try.
Even with all the pain I endure, I still won't die.
Maybe it's just a sign that it isn't the right time.
In order to take my life, how far up the mountain must I climb?
Before I reach the top and then decide to jump.
Why do I have this hatred with hearing my own heart pump?
All this blood running through my body.
Just doesn't feel right, mainly because of my lack of being gaudy.
I used to be a person of denial, but I've accepted the sadness.
That's the mistake I made, that got me into this madness.
I always feel so misunderstood.
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Misunderstood
PoetryJust a poem I wrote about my sadness; this is all true so no negative feedback please :) *warning: may trigger some readers*