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Justin Violett Oct 2014
Life is crazy!
I almost feel out of whack
One day goes down 13 pills
And then pull the trigger back
Bang.
Justin Violett Jun 2014
What's your problem?
They always ask
The sad part is, it you.
I'm never good enough.
I never try hard enough.
Everything I do is compared with others
Funny how fake you are
Trying to drag me down to your level
J.V.
Justin Violett Jun 2014
I no longer feel
The friend I once had
To love and depend upon
To be able to tell anything without judgement
Is there
It still hurts that you are
Gone
J.V.
Justin Violett Jun 2014
This is a story
Let me start way back
There was a young boy
Who should of cracked

His dad was bipolar
Through the abuse his mom would bawl
Bullet through his head
The little boy saw

His father die right in front of him
That was the end
Little did he know
His heart would never mend

He grew up all alone
Never knowing why
That all those years ago
His father had to die

Fourth grade started, and he turned nine
That's when he noticed he was different from you or I
Everyday in school he was bullied
Every night he would cry

He quickly changed schools
Even prayed for his sins
He became invisible
As he tried to fit in

To this day he looks for acceptance
He can even say
Life is hard
To make it worse, he is gay

With hate all around him
He looks for the light
Because darkness will cave in
If he does not act bright

As time ticks away
If only people could see
He keeps these emotions at bay

And that boy was me!
First poem I wrote in so long...

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