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I have a horrible feeling in my gut.
That I can't shake off and it's driving me nuts. I don't know if it's me or you, maybe something from out of the blue? Panic attacks kept me up all night, I stared at the stars with this restlessness I tried to fight. I can't tell you what's going wrong, but I just know I have to stay strong.
Witch's curse,
wolf's circle.
it means everything to me
Take a deep breath
In and out
Don’t let them see the real me
In and out
Don’t show your smile
In and out
My chest is rising
In and out
Until I reach the point when I say
In and out
Stop acting like everything is okay!
Put on your sunglasses and hide your ugly little eyes
Kind of like the way everyone tries to hide their lies.

How long will it take,
Before you realize this life isn’t fake.
I wished everything away too soon.
When I was young
I wanted the perfect family,
And a brave courageous father
But we can’t always get what we want, can we?
See I feel like my life is on a script,
Everyone knows me better than myself
And why?
Because I have closed myself off from the world.
Trapped myself in a box and I want out
But I cant!
you see
Its not up to me,
This life, this world,
Its scaring me.
I wanted it to be that when I fall
Angels catch me before I hit the ground,
But instead I am greeted by an alarming thud.
How many people have to die before you realize
That I will not compromise with who I am.
See people with depression are too busy trying to learn ourselves
And everyone else expects us to learn our content
Like a good little boy.
Don’t you see,
This life means everything to me,
You cannot prescribe me pills and medication
To change who the hell I am.
I am proud of me,
So what I get a little sad sometimes,
So what I wonder why I am here.
And all yo
u want me to do is hush
And breathe in and out.
No need for me to shout.
I am nothing
Sike!
I am everything!
depression does not control me
Depression is my cocoon
And I have emerged,
I am ready
To accept who I am,
Do not try to change me,
If you think you can love me than go ahead and try,
But please don’t make me cry,
Depression has a strong grip,
It doesn’t allow me to live,
And makes me feel like I want to die,
This is real.
The more I hide behind a smile
The more I realize that I am not okay.
And yes this poem is strange,
Call me a ******.
But don’t treat me like a mistake, like a typo.
Don’t turn your head when I say I need someone.
I hold out my hand,
But nothing happens.
I bleed out my heart,
Nothing happens.
And all you want me to do is disappear,
There is no one standing in front of the mirror.
So let me write a letter have it start like this,
Depression,
You will not win.
You will not remind me of my past sins.
Depression,
I am greater than you
Depression
You are under my feet
I am in control of my life,
I am helping others no matter the cost,
And how you ask?
What if I told you this poem is for you?
All of you.
Everyone with depression
And even those who don’t have it.
Depression will not win,
It is an outsider and not welcome in my life.
I forbid depression,
I kick it out.
Do not challenge me,
I am the challenger.
When you face me,
You better do it with a smile
This,
Is my time.
I will live my life,
And depression,
You will end.
How you ask?
I will breathe in
And out.
a man who writes,
is a man who truly bleeds
i think its ******* that men are too scared to write because of their ego.
You told me this life wouldn’t pay off
You told me I would fail.
Hoping I should say.
You wanted me to become frail.
You used to tease me for being a *****
But that’s the way you made me.
This allowed you to analyze me
Poke around at me like I was a ******* lab rat.
But now that I am older
I realize that.
You were hoping that I would lay down and let you off easy,
You were hoping that I would laugh at your jokes which were so cheesy.
But I am standing.
I cant let myself die now.
You tried everything
You tried taking away my play when I was young,
Then my laughter by shunning me to my room,
Then my music and my friends
And now you try to take my dignity,
Man you have got to be ******* me.
Is it wrong to want a little respect?
After all,
I bleed the same color blood as you do.
Though I am a step son,
I try to step it up to become up to your standard.
But I am only met by pure slander.
I cant believe I am haunted by the smell of cigarettes
The bitter smell of it that lingers in your nostrils for days.
I knew that when I smelt your smoke,
You can guess who was coming.
I will never forget these scars that you elegantly stabbed into me.
I will never lose my gratitude for the bruises you have so lovingly begotten unto me.
You thought you could overtake my emotions
Treat the word abuse as easy as the word I love you
Made me constantly feel like what the **** do I do?
You
Are an evil man
You wonder why god doesn’t help you,
It is because god never meant to make a mistake like you.
And you know its true.
Dad, there have been many days I thought of you as a hero,
But then you chose to make me feel like I was on ground zero.
Im sorry I am not your real child,
But you don’t have to make fun of my family name,
Treat me so lame
Im done with you.
All these apologies are met with your broke *** analogies
And you leave me to say
Hey,
Please let me forget your actions today.
I know the thought of my success scares you,
Makes you feel suicidal,
Well how’s that for payback for making me feel homicidal?
For years I wanted run
And die
But I wasn’t brave enough, so I chose to cry.
I will never forget those memories because somehow they made me who I am today.
I am able to say that I survived, and still surviving.
Because no matter how many phone calls are made to the abuse hotline,
I still have to serve my time
In your house.
With your anger.
Whats with the term step anyways?
Like is it that I am a step down from your family?
Is it the one last step you couldn’t take so you could call mom a **** because she had a kid before you?
Because to be honest you didn’t just take my happiness, you stole hers too.
She is afraid of you, and that’s not called love.
That’s called oppression,
And you are the dictator at the pulpit.
More and more I find these writings are for you
And the question is if you really deserve my time.
So with that said,
*******
And goodbye.
for my father.
One day:

One day you will not love me
The way you loved me
Once apon a yesterday

One day you will love her
And I will crumble
As my heart with you will stay

One day you will look back
And our love will be
But a sweet, memory

And that one day is the day
That my love for you
Will bloom into misery

Extention:

Today:

You do not love me
The way you loved me
Once apon a yesterday

Today you love her
And I love him
But with you half my heart stays

Today you look back
As if our love
Were just a bitter memory

And today I know
That all my love boomed
Was a tale of misery
Making this a poem group
I had forgotten how I loved you
And that is exactly what I had intended to do

And so as my payment I now can see
That you have elected to completely forget me
Comment two lines you would like me top add, let's make am epic
Enthralled by your majesty
I fell to my knees
And that was exactly
Where you wanted me

For through wars with no end
I would of treversed for my king
Even with no voice
For you I could sing

Of our battles and scars
I still had no woes
Even when peiced
By their swords and bows

For I was the Lanelot
To you, my king Arthur
But too, a maiden in love
Though clad in armor

Yet now I am nothing
Blown away with the breeze
A memory once strong
Forgotten with ease

I know now with sadness  
My pedestal was false
Just a seat for your toy,
A doll with no pulse

Yes it is clear now
My significance a lie
Crafted by an enslaved man
A "king" on high
Never let someone else determine your importance because one day they will turn around and decide that you're not worth their time anymore.
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