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 Dec 2014 Courtney
Tabitha
Its depressing,
seeing the world around me crumble

I stand still and watch the world
speed by me
no one has the time to bother,
everyone doing something,
at all times

what has this world become
teenagers getting pregnant for television
bulling over the internet that can not be stopped
money the only source of a hope for a future in this world

adults say we have it "easier"
tell me why?
because we have internet?
because we have a "connected society?"
because we live in "rich times"?

When I look around
I see more peer pressure then any other generation has had to deal with
I see young adults taking their lives because they don't fit in with the crowd
I see a wounded country full of idiots
I see teenagers giving up in school
I see parents who don't care

How do we have it easier?
You haven't even experienced the times we have grown up in
live our lives, live with our connections, then you will see....

Its depressing,
seeing the world crumble around me
 Dec 2014 Courtney
Dark Smile
Technically, we are all dying.
We'll die eventually, in 80 years, in a month, in a day.
We all die.
Truth is, not all deaths are equal.
That homeless man on the street?
He died yesterday.
Not a single soul mourned.
But that famous actor who died because of a drug overdose?
Yeah, millions mourned, though they did not know him.
Some deaths hurt you more than other deaths.
Just like how his death hurt me.
He didn't die per say, but, he died on the inside.
That killed me too.
Eventually everyone dies.
Everyone will just be a memory and after that, nothing.
But I don't want to just be a memory.
I don't want to be nothing.
I want to impact lives.
I want to stay alive in the work I have done.
But.
Everyone will be a memory.
Just like how you will forget about this poem five minutes after you read it.
One day the earth will forget me.
 Dec 2014 Courtney
ZL
12:55 thoughts
 Dec 2014 Courtney
ZL
why does living feel like dying?
and pleasure feel like crying?

why are we expected to be good,
when we are told we are bad?

why do they tell us to be happy,
when our souls are sad?

why do I hate them
and love them too?

Why can't life be a new rainbow?
instead of depressing old black and blue.
roses are red
violets are blue
you drive me insane
and I still love you
you get way too mad
and say things that aren't true
but at the end of the day, I could never picture myself without you.
I love your smile and your goofy laugh.
the way you make me smile..even when I'm sad
now I know things aren't easy
and probably never will be
but when I say I love you, please never don't believe me.

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