My Dark Poetry

Most Days

Most of my days begin with a promise,

A promise that I will eat today,

Or a promise that I will not use that knife,

But for some reason everything always go wrong,

And I end up breaking that promise instead of keeping it.

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Most days I wish to be alone,

While on some I badly need company because I'm tired of being alone.

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Most days I end up feeling like I don't exist,

Or that I just don't want to be alive at all,

Mostly I'm ignored,

And treated like I'm invisible,

No one understands me anymore,

Because they have no idea what I go through on a daily basis.

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Most days my demons begin to crash and fight,

Begging me to give up on life,

But I stay strong,

Not for me but for you,

For my family,

For my friends,

For Beck,

And all of you out there who actually like my writing,

For you I stay strong,

And for you I fight.

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Most days I'am depressed because I know no one notices,

The pain I go through everyday,

I wonder if I were to tell them they would understand,

But at the same time I think they would hate me even more.