Sadness.
It's such a childish way to say Depressed.
Scared.
It's such a childish way to say Anxious.
And we can't use the proper words anymore for fear that someone may think we are seeking attention.
That we are ATTENTION WHORES.
But they don't even know us?
Do they know me? What I've gone through to get where I am?
This sadness eats at me just the same as depression does because it's the same thing!
It is not me asking for you to look at me!
It's me asking for help because I have tried and failed to help myself and get the resources I can to succeed.
Do not tell me things will get better.
Do not tell me you're sorry for whatever has happened to me.
Do not tell me that I have to be patient.
Happiness is not an option!
I can not control my emotions, they are raw and will pop into my dying heart on their own
Do not blame me if I disgust you with my cut and bloody arms
Do not get mad at me just because I ignore your texts and calls!
I don't wish to socialize so please don't make me!
People are not on my agenda for the day.
And if you aren't looking to stay and actually help then please do not speak to me.
I want to be happy but I can't ok?
I wish I had a choice but I don't! Ok?
I wish I could sleep, eat, be happy, smile, laugh, joke, go out, look at the bright side like any normal person could
But I fucking can't
Because depression has told me that I am safer with it then society and honestly they are both tearing at me with the same level of intensity!
Do not tell me what to do!
I can't control what happens in life!
I can't control who I was destined to become and who I was born to be!
My family was not my choice.
Neither was my ethnicity/race/heritage.
Neither was how I lived.
Who I lived with.
And how I acted.
Stereotypes feed my script lines and I just change up the words to better suit my views so if you think I should act a certain way because I'm part of a certain group, then you are so very wrong.
Depression and Anxiety fill my head with enough nonsense to fill the galaxy and further past it.
I do not need you filling it with more bull crap.
YOU ARE READING
✧Sweet Sweet Babe✧
PoesíaA collection of love poems. Good luck. Most is about heartbreak and some are about love and happiness so yeah. These are all written by me so yes they will be very intimate. (Some May be very depressing)
