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HOOPS11 Mar 2015
You think life is going well,
but in reality it's like you are locked up in a cell.
Every moment flashes before your eyes,
you hate those sorry 's and those lies.
You wish you could redo what you already started,
but it was already reported and outsmarted,
You always think about the what ifs and maybes,
I'm just asking please safe me.
We make mistakes we are only human,
we wish we were superhuman.
We have days that we want to forget,
you just can't help it but get upset.
You can't help but stare at the sky,
thinking about what might of been,and then you start to cry.
You never felt this angry,you just don't know what to do,
you just prey and hope that someday you outgrew.
You blame the world for your own mistakes,
you are so ignorant of what's at stake.
You see the world in black and grey,
you just hope when you go to bed it will all go away.
This poem is not just about me,its also about people that might be going through hard times and just don't know what to do anymore.
HOOPS11 Mar 2015
In moments like these you need a shoulder to cry on,
but nobody's around so you try to sleep on it till dawn.

In moments like these you just don't care what happens to you,
people around you act like they already knew.

In moments like these depression is eating you away,
you don't see colour in the world all you see is black and grey.

In moments like these you need someone to talk to,
but you cant bring yourself to say it so you try to break through.

In moments like these you think your not good enough,
you put yourself down because you know it's too tough.

In moments like these you just don't want to live,
because there is no other way because they won't forgive.

In moments like these you need determination and strength,
because you don't know if you will hold up till the end.

In moments like these you stare at the sky,
you think what it would be like,so this is my goodbye.
The word 'you' is referring to me,sometimes i like to refer to myself in second person.
HOOPS11 Feb 2015
Would you call me a criminal if I did something wrong,
you can't blame it for the way I was born.
I trespassed into private property where I'm not allowed,
the police were called which was all that I can endure.
Would you call me a criminal if two police officers had to drive me home,
to get me away from the trouble that might foam.
Would you call me a criminal if I said I went back,
they called the police again,
then I ran on a different track.
I got caught on the way by two police cars,
they put me in the van and drove me to the station behind bars.
Then we got to the station where an officer asked me questions,
but I refused to answer and tolled lies which ended up in ruins.
I am a criminal as I was in trouble with police six times,
the only way I know how to express this is in these words and rhymes.
personal experience
HOOPS11 Feb 2015
I remember the first time I got bullied,
I felt like I was being discouraged.
You think the world evolves around you,
you know I don't think that's true.
Did you ever think how it might hurt me,
of course you didn't, you only wanted your friends to see.
I will never understand why?
all you ever do is lie.
You are so heartless,
you never realise that I'm crying alone in the darkness.
I remember when you were racist,
you don't know how much that hurt and what I might be facing.
I know sometimes I was stupid to react,
but you hurt me so bad that I had no choice but to snap.
You know sometimes I am scares to even go to school,
but as I learned you just have to keep it cool.
I remember when you wrote a racist letter,
you know I couldn't stop crying,
and hoping for something better.
I wish someday you could realise what you done,
but I could never forgive you for the pain that you caused and that you thought it was fun.
Not a specific person bullying in general

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