I knew something was wrong,
as soon as your lips
no longer sung a happy song.
Instead, a solumbful tune that droned on and on.
When your eyes no longer shone bright with hope and color,
But just looked duller.
The dimples that always seemed to be there,
Which you no longer wear.
When you used to be calm and collected, now quiet with feelings so easily affected.
I knew from the moment you walked through that door,
you were no longer the person of who you were once before.
How you smiled through the pain.
How you masked your tears with laughter.
You must have thought I was an idiot to think you could fool me, for I have done what you were doing.
How I laughed while I cried.
Smiled while I screamed inside.
Don't you see!
You can't fool me.
I've done it all before.
All that and more.
I could tell you were hurting.
But I didn't nothing.
I could have saved you.
Yet I sat and stared.
As I heard your call to be saved from despair.
I could have showed you that I cared.
I tried to reached out and helped.
But you begged and pleaded for me not to tell.
I knew I couldn't let you sit inside that cell.
The prison that your trapped inside your mind.
No longer shall I have to see you confined.
So I went and seemed help.
But glad was not how you felt.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
For when I seeked for the help you new you needed.
You did not show me thanks but showed me angered, you said,
'I didn't need the help, I didn't want the help.'
I refused to say sorry.
For I knew if this was to carry on longer,
A/N long time no speak. Heh, I'm not sure how I feel about this one. This was about a friend of mine who was depressed for a really long time and I didn't do anything about it, it got to the points where he was sending me suicide notes where I finally cracked and got him help and once I did he got super angry with me and other personal things happened that I don't really like talking about. In the end we didn't talk for almost a year. Things are better now because we talked but it's not the same. Anyways stay strong, and remember, you're worth it.
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PoetryI wrote these poems based on my own experiences with my inner demons and my take on society. They mean a lot to me. Just a fair warning these aren't sunshine, rainbows and Mikey way. 'His last breathe' 'Mirror wounds' 'Art' And many more. Vote, com...
