This Poem Sucks Nothing I write seems to be right, And now I’m rhyming and that’s just going to make this poem worse. I’ve been anxious and depressed as fuck all week. My mind cannot decipher what’s safe and what’s not. Everything I do, everything I am, will never be good enough. I think I’m gonna fail this class, or drop out of this semester. My head’s not fixed, but will it ever be? I grew up in a broken home and pain is all I breathe. I’m sick of this depression, and my muscles spasming, Everyone assures me I’ll get better, but it’s really hard to believe. I’m so impatient, and my stomach is really tight. Lately the image of being suffocated keeps me up all night. I try and I try, and all I do is fail, I can’t believe I’m still rhyming, what the fucking hell? This poem is not that great, and I’m too depressed to care, I guess at least it’s something, better than a blank stare.
Ah, I remember being in school with the same feelings of dipair and no hope, even with a broken home back ground. Stay up. Stay up. Never give up, never give in. Never ever give in.
