My Depression Poems.

Why?/I am/Pain.

((There are 3 different poems in this one.^^))
Why?
Why am I constantly ignored? I'll just put my earbuds in and ignore the world. Why do they ask me questions if they don't listen to my replies? The answer is, Life. I can't lie. I feel dead inside. My funeral was June 10, 2004. I can't pretend that I'm alright anymore. Even though I've already died, I'm still alive. Nobody will understand or feel my pain, though, the choices I made, were always the same.

I am...
I am a poem writer who writes about my pain. All of this stress goes up into my brain. I am a girl who isn't the same. I am a girl who takes the blame. But, deep inside, I'm an eternal flame. I am an emo freak, but hey, I'm not weak! You might think it's lame, but I don't care. I'm a girl who's full of dares! I'm a girl who tries my best to dodge dares that life throws at me. I also love Vampires! Let's just hope that I don't start a fire. Shhh....

Pain.
Pain, pain, go away, I wish that I can pour you down the drain. My pillow is a tissue for my tears, sleep is the only way to temporarily escape my fears. I like to hear it rain. It temporarily releases stress from my brain. My Dad doesn't know that I made slits in my arm, people call that "self harm". Just because I'm depressed, doesn't make me suicidal. Oh, and by the way, Courtney Parker is my idol. I paint my nails white and black, people don't seem to like that.

((If you don't know who Courtney Parker is, she's the singer who made the songs "Her Last Words" and "Stolen Innocence".))