Depressing Poems
can you hear me?
Can you hear the pain in my voice?
If so than why do you hurt me more?
can you hear the anger in my voice?
If so than why do you keep doing what you do?
Can you hear my dead tone when the past comes up?
If so why do you bring it up?
Can you hear the fear in my voice when you say love?
If so why do you say it?
Cant you hear me?
Loud and Clear
Yes i can hear the pain in you voice.
I do it because its a cover up.
Yes i can hear the anger in your voice.
I do it because i am me not him.
Yes i hear you dead tone when i talk about the past.
I do it because you need to open up more.
Yes i hear the fear in you voice.
I do it because i love you
So yes i hear you loud and clear.
Bleeding,Dieing,Living
Am i suppose to die like this
Clawing my eyes out
cutting myself
Trying to get away form them
Laughing like a maniac (maybe i am) as the blood run down my skin
He broke me
shattered me
to the point that
no one can save me
I was so full of once lived but the pain was unbearable
I was dieing but than some one did the impossible
they saved me
So now i am now living.
So i went From bleeding to dieing and now living
I live with no pain they fixed me
They showed me what love really is
Inner
i tried to keep her in
but she is slowly braking the bars
at this time i have to rebuild them
she is not what she seems to be
she is evil and troublesome
If she comes out there is no telling what will happen
My inner is hard to control
she jumps around and give me a head ace of a lifetime
but really she is just my pint up fillings
Your ghost
hunted by the past
i hear the demons whispering
pointing out my faults
I try to forget it
everything i did wrong
but your ghost helps the demons
driving me insane
till i finally brake better yet shatter
and i keep falling in that hole
you made for me
All I do
all I do is try pleas my love ones
or just meet there standards
but it's not easy
every one wants something different
its never the same
and it all ways changes
no matter what
i do
i am what every one else want me to be
i am never my self
for i don't know who i want to be
i live in fear
it slowly eating me alive
but no one knows
even i don't know that it is
they don't care
i am who they want me to be
so why should they
i cover it up so they wont know
i am lying for they're happiness