Why do they do this to me?
Over and over again?
It's not fair, for them to just leave.
I thought they were my friends.
You've seen me when I'm mad,
And that wasn't a pretty sight.
So why leave me while I'm sad?
Because you think I don't value my life.
What kind of person abandons a friend?
Did you think of our friendship dead?
Why did you suddenly make it end?
Is this all going to my head?
I know I don't think when I'm angry.
I'm blinded by the red.
The emotion overtakes me
And then the old me is dead.
Anger is losing yourself to the darkness within
Anger is a strong emotion
That comes to the surface, and wins.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
