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Maura Feb 2015
That It's never good enough.

         That I can't do

                  That all of this means nothing


I can't sleep

          because I don't want to get out of bed in the morning

                         Whats the point right?

That I'm so weak

         If I was strong this pain wouldn't consume me

              I would just keep going

I mean I do keep going

        But I also keep breaking

               because I'm faking

                          that I'm not terrified about where my life is going.
Maura Feb 2015
All at once I realize I'm not okay
and I get so upset I can't even pray
all of my problems just seem so cliche
my lip quivers and I begin to give way

the dam breaks and I suddenly know
that I'll no longer be able to sit and lay low
I bottle so much up and I can't let go
of this feeling that will forever grow
that I am nothing, but I sure am I pro
of slapping on a smile and running a show
that depression is just something I'll outgrow
but that's not the truth and you and I both know
that my happiness is dim and nothing but a glow

Why won't anything work out
my faith is dry and in a drought
because I am in so much doubt
that God doesn't even have a route
or a way for me to get out
and so I sit in my room and pout

I feel hopeless I need this part of my life to be done
because it's awful and I'm having no fun
It's cold and dark and I'm really wondering where is the Sun?
I want to give up and say fine depression you've won
but I can't... so for now I'll just sit here and be done
Maura Feb 2015
Depression is like waves
it comes and goes
it is never a friend
it is only a foe

Sometimes the waves are rough
and the wind blows too strong
and I am the allege
that clings to the ground

It never really goes completely away
but for now with you I'm okay
so please just sit with me a while and stay
please just sit with me a while and stay.
Maura Feb 2015
You're a real *****
just to let you know
and I don't want to snitch
but you're such a ******* *****

just  because you're rich
doesn't mean you own the world
you're making me go up a pitch
because I'm so angry that you're a *****

people call you a witch
and now I know why
its because you decide to switch
from being nice to a stupid ****** *****
Seriously. You are. This is a passive aggressive poem.
Maura Feb 2015
There goes my Ramen
oh
no.
there it goes
it drops to the ground
on a fresh patch of snows

There goes my Ramen
oh
no
I see it start to sizzle
tears roll down my eyes
and slowly start to drizzle

It wasn't the Ramen I was upset about
it was life!
it just added to the things that I could doubt
about myself, and thats what made me shout:
***** YOU RAMEN
I JUST WANTED TO EAT YOU
AND NOW ID LIKE TO EAT YOU
ABOUT AS MUCH AS A PILE OF POO
'CUZ NOW YOU LAY ON THE GROUND IN A PILE OF SNOW STEW

Ally looked at me and began to laugh
"Oh Maura take a chill pill or go take a bath.
you need to calm down and really relax
If stress got you down I just want you to know
people cut off their ear because of stress like Van Gogh
so if the stress is too much you should really just go
and get out of here, go home and lay low"
This story really escalated quickly.
Maura Feb 2015
The monster growls
and snarls
and bares her sharp teeth
Anxiety wakes up and begins to creep
she's been sleeping a long while
but its time to wake up
and slither around the dank and the dark
and ravage on weaklings
like a cold blooded shark
she hungry
ready to prey on raw emotion
she gets ready for the hunt and commotion
suddenly she hears a soft squeak
a sob coming from human flesh
the prey is perfect for her for they're obviously weak
Anxiety chows down and swallows them whole
so you better watch out
Anxiety is coming
and she'll eat your soul
  Feb 2015 Maura
JParker
Rain makes me feel so much better,
content,
refreshed,
at peace,
with power,
and probably less likely to go take a shower.
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