My Life Isn't something I like
My Life isn't something I likeThe person I used to be
Is no longer there for me
Sometimes My days get better
But turn as cold as night
I have to fight
To keep myself alive
And I guess I should stay alive
I have people who love me
That's a small reason though
The never ending cycle of Depression
That is what I fear
It made me kill
The people I love dear
Rage builds inside of me
As I write this poem
Why won't it stop
Just stop and leave me alone
My life isn't something I like
I get bullied all the time
No one cares about how I feel
Everyone asks, what's the deal
Maybe they would know
If they time some of their time
Just to listen to me
Because my life is running out of time
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But for real, I did not expect you to read it so soon :O
and i love you too
But dont you lie to me that poem is trash..the feels are real but its trash
I think Imma re-do that one anyway. I made it when I was 13 on paper and I found it 2 years later and bam.
Republican, democrat, and chocolate
Which side
*cries from the beauty*
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THIRTY FFING EIGHT YOU AND EMO