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Elijah Lee Jul 2019
It seems so crippling
Slowly killing

Sometime's it's frustrating
Even debilitating

It's so annoying
Completely terrifying

You cannot escape
It holds you in place

It leaves your breath gone
Hopefully, one day its gone

It's known in society
As anxiety
Critique is appreciated! This was written when I had just got into poetry, heh.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Define the beauty
That we hold
In simple words
Make it bold

It can be slow
It can be moving
But make sure you have
It written down clearly

For if you loose
All your answers
There will be nothing
But disasters

So prepare
Young child of mine
To fight this war
Throughout the night
Elijah Lee Jun 2019
Depression can be spoken,
in simple words around.
Or complicated vows,
that are like devils from the ground.

It's quite a simple word,
that has many meanings.
And when we say them aloud,
they're considered quite demeaning.

There are many ways to say
'I'm not feeling great today.'
And we say them every way,
because we never feel okay.

No one ever does
in this world that we have caused.
Where judgements written down
on every single frown.

So, here I'll sit and stay
to describe depression today.
Because it's simple to say
it's a killed everyday.

I'll explain it once again
for those who don't understand,
it's a word that kills us all,
and causes us to bawl.

We may say we're okay,
I say it everyday.
But we lie when we say,
'I'm fine, go away.'

We say it to their face
hoping that they stay,
and hold our hands close
whispering 'it's gonna be okay.'

But they leave us alone,
to sit in the cold,
with the pain we withhold
to most we have told.

So my suggestion is,
don't let people in.
Because in the end,
you'll be crying again.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Here's my wish
Of happiness to you

Though it may not be
Anything much

I do wish you a day
Filled with care and love

From all the people
You hold dear

Happy birthday, man
We love you here
This is a poem made for a..... friend. I'll be sending it to him tonight and I'd like opinions.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Feeling that pain
It's hard to maintain
Going insane

I lost it all
Even my control
Lost it's hold
Leaving me no hope

As I realized quite slow
He didn't even know
I'd been here at all
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
They would miss me
Mourn their loss

On the bed of death
I stay

Dressed up pretty
With friends around

Tear filled faces
Filled with frowns
Elijah Lee Jun 2019
I wish I could explain  
What it is that hurts
When I’m alone  
When I’m on the outskirts

I don’t belong
Next to them
They’re all too good
And I don’t belong next to ‘em

But I smile and stay
Pretend I’m okay
When really I’m
having a bad day

But they can’t see
The pain I hide
The way I’m dying
Slowly inside

And I won’t tell them
Then I would only be a bother
Just like I was
Was to my father

I don’t understand
Why I’m sad
Maybe it’s because  
I’m hiding my mad

I’ll never know
Why they split
I guess its ‘cause
I was a misfit

But I’ll never understand
Why they quit  
It hurt a lot
I’ll admit

But they don’t care  
They never will
They wouldn’t care
If I was killed

But in this group
Where I sit
They say they care
When I want to quit

I don’t know why
They’re here for me
Because all I bring
Is misery

But they’re still here
To show me love
To say they care
No matter how far away I shove

It’s amazing how
They care so much
When we’ve never met
Touch to touch

Maybe one day
I’ll see them really
And then I’ll say
That we’re silly

Because so long  
We’ve shown care
To each other  
Together we’ll stay, I declare

One small thought
Still remains
In my head
It causes pains  

That one thing
Is repeated
All it says “You should be deleted.”
Everyday, it leaves me defeated

Because it means
I do not fit  
In this group
Where I sit  

Today is my last day
Because I quit
In this life
So today I commit

My one last note
Says goodbye
To all my friends
They probably won’t cry  

And that’s okay
I say, but I lie
It’s just a confimation
That I should die

And soon I do
As I visit the bridge
A tear slips past  
As I jump from the ridge

One last thought
plays in my mind  
‘You stupid girl,
They were being kind.’
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Mama, why you hate me?
Mama, why you leave?

Mama, save me,
Save me, please.

Mama, come back.
Mama, stay.

Mama, what did I do wrong?
Wrong today?

Mama, can't you understand,
That it's not easy, this life at hand?

Mama, what's wrong?
What did I say?

You told me to shut up
The other day.

So, mama, what's wrong?
Tell me please.

So I can be there
When you need.

Mama, come on,
Don't be rude.

I said nothing
Rude to you.

Mama, why don't you care?
Care 'bout me?

I thought you said you'd be there
When I need.

But you left too.
Just differently.

So mama come back,
I plead and plead.

But I guess you're gone,
You decided to leave.

Guess that means
You don't love me.

So mama hear me out,
Before I go.

Why don't you care,
Care about me, yo?

No answer?
No reply?

Guess that's alright,
I'm ready to die.

So watch me stalk away,
Into the shadows.

And never come back,
'Cause I'm dead now, mama.

It's not like you'll care,
You'll move on.

Throughout the day,
You'll never mourn.

A sad thought,
I have to admit,

That my mama didn't care enough,
Enough to commit.

To commit to me,
And to her family.

To commit to her,
And to her life.

Guess I'll leave now,
Finally; goodbye.
Here's this poem! Critique is appreciated!
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Monday is second
He is strong
He's a ding-****

He leads them along
A smile on his face
Where it belongs

As he leads us with grace
To the pond
This isn't finished, but here's this!
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
The stars shine bright
In the night

What a beautiful sight
A stunning height

Skies stretch
With brimming elegance

My favorite sight
A starry night
Here's one of the first poems I wrote! Critique?
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
My life is a book
That's written in chapters
Yet it seems
Nothing but disasters

Family hate
And mental problems
What a great way
To make a book blossom

Yet nothing seems
Like its going right
A mental fight

To get up
Or to lie back down
That is a question
That makes me frown

For I know the answer
All too well
Though it causes
Me to dwell

Upon the thoughts
I have in the night
They cause
Nothing but fright

Yet chapters are filled
With fear and terror
My life just seems
Like one big error

Nothing goes well
Nothing will
For I deserve nothing
I have no skill

No talent or care
For what I do
Because I know
It'll be nothing new

Just old and boring
Full of pain
That I try
Very hard to maintain

I'm not too good
At keeping my book
Put together
It leaves me shook

It  looks so old
The book I wrote
Of all my pain
So I will not gloat

So goodbye my friends
My family
For there's nothing else
That I can be

A bad poet
A horrid artist
Someone that lacks
Any smartness

So read my book
Though you'll hate it
Halfway through
You'll probably quit
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
The Isolation
Makes me impatient
Detached from the world
Full of desolation

As the bareness rules over
All I know is separation
Retreat from the nation

No foundation
Hearing lies
I want to die
A friend asked me to write this for them awhile back.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
A mother
Two sons
A reckless drive

Deadly injuries
Tried staying alive
Faces of tears
As he disappears

Leaving them broken
Along with hopeless
Everyday the notice
That their son was motionless
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Red glow
Thoughts of war

Shot by shot
Another solider lost

Help defend
When will it end?

Wounds to tend
You will bend
A friend asked me to write something based on the colour red awhile back. So here it is.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Hold me close
Hide the rope
There's no hope

Living in lies
Holding the knife
Driving my mind

Cut by cut
I'll fake the smile
Saying I've been good for awhile

Seeing my eyes
As dull as the sky
Whisper to the world my final
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
We close our eyes,
What do we see?
Our worst nightmares,
Our worst dreams.

No ones happy,
We can't be.
With society's rules
we can't see.

We hold each other
For comfort.
In the worst times,
We all hurt.

But society yanks us down
Into the depths,
The depths of hell
And Hell's a mess.

Just like our heads,
Unorganized as ****,
Because everyday
We have to mark each box.

'Fill the boxes!'
That's what they say,
'Cause when you're done, you'll feel okay!'
But that's not true, don't they know?

Know that we don't feel okay
Because with each box,
Adds more hate.
Hate to ourselves, hate to compete.

We can't be okay,
With our roles.
The roles we were given
By society's eyes rolls.

So we hide our face
In our jacket.
Hide our scars
Under our sleeves.

So they won't know
What's really wrong,
What's actually wrong,
Wrong with me.
Here's another poem of mine.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
Sunday is the oldest
The wisest
And tallest

She holds their hands
Across the street
So they will never be harmed

She drives them to school
Then goes to the pool

Homes their last stop
Doing this nonstop
Here's my poem about Sunday, whom plays a sister in this poem.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
On the bridge we dance
Hoping for love

We want to have the chance
To dance with a dove

Towards the edge we advance
And we'll have none of the above

So let's take a stance
Against our minds shove
This poem is about suicide, in a way. Its more about suicide prevention.
Elijah Lee Jul 2019
It tastes so sweet
Smile spreads on a face

A skip of joy
Happiness across my mind

My heart skips a beat
Satisfaction and glee

It tastes so nice
Good spirits around

It tastes rich
And leaves me laughing
One of my worst poems by far!

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