This is a poem about death or living

Journey through the minds of the damaged people of our time.

A collection of poems made by, for or about the broken. If you want your poem to be featured in the book, please PRIVATE MESSAGE the author with: -The poem -The name of the poem -The authors name (can be anonymous if you wish) ----> dogpower77 <----

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.

Some people feel a need to scatter their unbound thoughts on a paper.

Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )