FeelingsIs it bad for me to feel lonely?Is it wrong for me to feel sad?Is it bad to feel tears streaming down my face?Is it wrong for me to feel bad?Is it awful that I know I'm worthless?Is it tragic that I'm just a mistake?Is it awful that I am going crazy?Is it tragic that I am hurt for other's sake?Is it bad for me to feel guilty,when really I am right?Is it wrong for me to feel lonely,and want to go into the light?Is it awful that I am hurt,then hurt even more at home?Is it tragic that I feel angry,then cry for no reason, alone?Is it really this bad, to feel this way?Is it really wrong not to be fine?Is it awful to have my own problems?Is it tragic -- these feelings of mine?No.Because nobody cares,and nobody can see.The bad, wrong, and awful.The tragic for me.
Remember MeIt's been a semester,and things aren't the same.I feel like a loser,I feel so lame.Anything I say,you shoot me down.You walk right up to me,like you own the town.I thought we were friends,best friends in fact.And now you wanna leave,yet our friendship's still in tact.You're the reason I come home crying,the reason I regret my life.Used to be the reason I didn't feel alone,now you're the reason I use my knife.Am I not cool enough?Am I just that lame??Because you always tell me I'm stupid,and it's making me insane.I know I'm not perfect,or funny, or smart.I know I'm not pretty,but you're breaking my heart.What happened to "pal",what happened to "friend"?What happened to those?Is this the end?All I wanted in life,was one best friend.But this has slapped me cross the face,and I can't comprehend.What did I do to make you hate me?What did I do wrong?Why do you think you can walk all over me;were you like this all along?Is it bad that you make me hate mysel
DepressionDepression hurts,hopelessness and worry.But I've been through it all,so here's my story:Hurt by hatred,I walked alone.Through this world,I thought I'd known.People screamed,and I cried more.People taunted,self-harm galore.I didn't want attention,I didn't want scars.So I did what people couldn't see,so they wouldn't know my wars.Closed the door,to my room.Sank to the floor,and realized my doom.Everything was black,black and gray.Like the wish,for my final day.I wanted no more,I wished I had died.But I needed the Lord,so instead I just cried.Couldn't bring myself to talk,couldn't bring myself to eat.Couldn't make myself get up,couldn't make myself sleep.I was tiny as a mouse,but I still wasn't thin.So I starved myself more,and denied my own sin.Everyone hated me,nobody cared.About the days that tortured me,and I was quite scared.I could only draw sorrow,and people dying.People in death,and people crying.That's when I found,my own way out.It w
Friendships EndI don't like you,and never will.Get that through your head.We used to be friends,but never again.Get that through your head.I was fine,you made me ill.Get that through your head.We had good times,but it's the end.Get that through your head.You betrayed me,lost my trust.Get that through your head.You lied to me,and you're not kind.Get that through your head.Calling me everyday,is that a must?Get that through your head.I hate you,and I lost my mind.So to me, you are dead.