deppressing poems(that dont have to ryme)go ahead, write-em, no ones gonna jugde you,

its only when i see you is when my heart is full,
until then i will die slowly ,
i miss you, but i know u do too,
it was so long ago,
the last time we saw eachother.
but then you went away from me,
and now i wonder,
what were you like?
since i barley knew you,
famliy tells me stories of what kind of person you were,
i hope one day i will at least half,
i look up to you,
because you are my mother,
you gave your life for me,
so i can become something in someones life,
but know i am sqrewed up,
i just wish you were here to hug,
a mother to talk to...share feelings,
i miss you so much,

 

its a cut on my wrist,

its the blood i love to flow down my body,
its the tears on my face as my confusion builds up,
why do i do this?
its a form of realise,
something to make me feel less stressed,
im to young to feel this way,
i havent yet begon to enter this messed up world we all live in,
its so scary and lonley,
its a place where theres people who try to control you,
and who judge you and make you feel low,
as the blood and tears leave my body,
the cuts heal and the scars form,
when i see them i remeber why i did it,
every single time i remember why,
it brings back my sadness and makes me upset and depressed all over again,
why cant i just quit,
why cant the voices just leave,
telling me im a stupid piece of shit,
and the demons who fallow me,
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE !!!
i cant take it,
what did i do? what did you do???
dont think i'm crazy just cause it might not happen to you,
listen to me and help me dont make it worse,

 

Poetry for you has become a dialogue with yourself. A chance to get to know- you. And that's gotta be healthy. Keep writing. Someone's listening as you do. And the person that is you is growing bit by bit as you do.

 

is anything real?
we will never know,
we coulda died a long time ago,
and have our mind power still believe we're alive,
but if we're really dead,
then how do we still love?
how do we still hate?
who knows we could be sleeping,
never woken up from a dream,
or lost in our REM stage and cant find our way back,
am i just pariniod?
what happens after we die?
what happens after we are born?
to many questions,
to many lies and to many beliefs,
we will never know if anything is real.

 

**thanks, thats kool, u can write too...others can listen to you to,..

 

I nibble on your finger
And I stroke young tasty thighs
I nibble on your finger
And sing in lullabies

I nibble on your finger
And they're taking me away
For nibbling on your finger
Brought the crime squad here today

 

ok, other people who are reding this can writ there deep poems too, dont be afraid, its kinda like a therpy..or whatever...comon

 

FiretrUCK​

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It's the fuckin' shits, so fuck it! It really is fuck all.​

Fuckin' right! You are as sharp as a fuckin' ball.​

Hey Fuckhead! Smarten the fuck up! Get fuckin' real.​

Right fuckin' now! What in hell's your fuckin' deal?​

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Fuckin' A! No fuckin' way! I'm gonna fuckin' slay!​

What the fuck? Unfuckinreal! Take your fuckin' shot. ​

We're fuckin' fucked! Oh fuck yeah, ya stupid fuck!​

Go fuck yourself! No way, fuck you! Like I give a fuck.​

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If you don't fuckin' mind, then I don't fuckin' care.​

You're a fuckin' jerk! You wouldn't fuckin' dare. ​

Next time you fuck me, just fuckin' kiss me first.​

Holy fuck! Don't say fuck! It's the fuckin' worst.​

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Fuckin' goof! It's all fucked up! What the fuck is that?​

You fucked the dog. Where's your fuckin' brain at?​

You lucky fuck! How the fuck are you still alive?​

You had nine fuckin' lives and so far fucked up five.​

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Beats the fuck out of me how you fuckin' survive?​

Take some fuckin' care next time you fuckin' drive.​

Fuck up again...you'll take a fuckin' dive.​

For fuck's sake! Fuck off before the heat arrive.​

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Cuz fuckin' sticks and fuckin' stones.​

Can fuckin' break your fuckin' bones.​

But Fuckin' names will never fuckin' hurt me.​

Fuck! You fucked with it again. It don't fuckin' matter. ​

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BlackGuardXIII​

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2:00 PM, June 15th, 1991​