TRIGGER WARNING! THIS POEM SPEAKS OF SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, AND SUICIDE! PLEASE DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE TOPICS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Nothing is ever meant as it seems.
Cause some of us humans...
The emotions break us at the seams.
Leaves us disassembling and cracking,
disintegrating our very souls,
while others just laugh and say it's harmless,
That nothing real is going to happen...
That its all in our heads...
But think about those words,
when I say that at least 129 people commit suicide,
And many more who just attempt it every year!
Some don't truly see,
that these so-called thoughts that are just in our heads...
They truly speak unspeakable things.
Telling us to drag a blade across our skin...
watching the maroon blood drip...
Reminding us that we cannot be saved...
But we can.
Other people... They may not understand,
Because they've never felt anything we have.
Sometimes, we wish we could of had that perfect American life.
But ha! What's perfect?
Perfect is boring!
Perfect is weird.
Perfect doesn't exist.
Only we do...
And as much as we strive to be perfect...
We aren't.
We never will be.
So as long as we are still humans...
Lets just try to understand each other...
Support each other...
And tell each other...
That no one is ever perfect...
But the great ones never are.
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Mostly Depressing Poetry
RandomSo, this is just a collection of my own personal poetry that I have created over the years... So yeah, feel free to read... Unless poetry isn't your thing, then why are you here? XD Oh well, your reading the description sooooo anyways, yeah. Adios!
