What’s wrong with my head?
Feeling like life is better being dead,
Is life that really bad?
Or I’m messed up?
Wish knew the problems
Is it him, or friends or home?
Grrr, I really hate this!
The poem isn’t rhyming, damn it!
Want to escape forever,
Or at least until I get a grip,
On reality and my decomposing brain,
Want to see what life can be,
Without shit being in the way.
Just want to scream STOP
STOP GOING SO DAMN FAST!
Want to live as a kid forever.
Young and free.
Hate being so dark, I want to be the opposite,
Wishing I was smart, pretty and sensible,
Want to go back in time,
And figure out why I am this way,
This isn’t a poem; it feels like a heap of words describing my feelings,
It is 12:02 am,
Better sleep,
And never wake up,
I love my family and family, but I can’t handle the stress.
Just want to think
What the hell, I am going to be
When I am older
But now I will sleep.
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I wrote this poem when I was depress, I am not a dark person, I am just...moody