I'm angry, depressed, upset, confused, and most of all; scared
Maybe I wouldn't be so fucked up if I felt like people cared
Do you know how it feels to be alone in a crowded room?
To be the only weed in a garden just beginning to bloom?
How could you tell me that you've been there before?
You act like it's easy to wake up and be me when I don't even know why I breathe anymore
You're sipping tea and chasing rabbits. I'm chasing my bad habbits
Have you ever stood on a ledge and rattled off disgruntled goodbyes?
Have you ever sat down with your friends and felt like they were holding knives to your back made of cruel lies?
Don't tell me that you understand, don't make it sound so easy
Don't tell me who I'd hurt by being gone, 'cause no one sees me
You can rub my back and be the condescending liar you've always been
You can't tell me how to feel when you've never seen what I've seen
Don't you dare say you know what it's like to walk with a heart as dead weight
I've never gotten the better end of the deal with fate
YOU ARE READING
The Darkest Days
PoetryThis acts sort of as a sequel to Diaries of a Suicidal Teenager. These are more painfully depressing poems that I make up or excerpts from my favorite songs and poems. So many people read the first book, so I hope this one is just as well received.
