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This is some of my work I did when I was at my worst. But now I don't feel so bad. Not anymore. It's strange. I mean, the more I lay out my feelings here, the better I feel. It's like my depression is just,...melting away. It's nice. Anyway, as I said before, I wrote these when I was at my worst. I feel so much more different now. I don't feel this way anymore. The one thing I love about these poems is the fact that they don't ryhme. I think I'll make the habit of writing poems when I feel emotional.
When my emotions are at rise, I write the best. <3
A Poem Dedicated to God
Why aren't I dead God?
Have I not asked this of you?
My life is barely a life on its own;
Just a rerun of yesterday and the day before.
I have no time; I am a cursed soul on this earth,
waiting for my end to come.
Two of my closest friends have left me.
I am a motherless child in desperation of a mother who can love me too.
Father of Time will not yeild, leaving me little time for myself.
My forgetful mind reaks havoc among others and myself.
Everyday-- every thing I do,-- is a constant reminder of my horrible curse.
The curse of being me.
I can't explain why my bones ache, or how my efforts to do good, always turn bad.
I don't know why I can't just be normal like everyone else.
And I'll never be able to understand why I can't be brave and speak out.
Why I don't have anyone who I can talk to. Who I can trust my feelings with.
Every day is yet another lonely, depressing, and virtually endless day in my life.
And unlike others, I can't wait for it to end.
But then again, isn't my life already over?
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Yet Another Poem
Death.
The creator of greif; it's untimely fashion surprises all.
It is seen as an ugly monster with no heart.
It shows no compassion for the kind or potential; no leniency to the poor or cursed.
Is this why everyone is afraid of it?
If so, then what's there to be afraid of?
Another world, where your ancestors await your arrival?
A place of perfection, it is our ever-lasting Utopia.
Death is everyone's enemy but my own.
I am the only one who embraces it.
At times I too despise, Death's choice of who should go or stay.
It has continually taunted me; leaving me last on it's list.
I will not create an artificial death of my own. Instead, I will just pray for my turn to come.
.....Then again, a better life is just on the other side of a shot gun.....
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It won't be long before my depression is completely gone.
I can't wait.
<3
Forsak3nLitany
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