"despressed" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm too despressed to notice I'm stressed out Suppressed emotions inside, shouldn't let out Seeing is believing but what I see isn't real I am forced to accept these "realities" and ignore the way I feel I don't mean to sadden, entertain, bore, or aggravate, For a decade I find that this is how I communicate The only way I can precisely speak out on the unhealthy pleasures As the chemicals of my brain, they fornicate These levels of relationships aren't supposed to be It'll **** me sometime later, look at how it has ruined my personality Seeing is believing, but you won't believe what I see How can I act 'normal' when you won't acknowledge I can't do 'human being' My animalistic compulsions are fuelled by my failing brain functions Don't get too close cause I'll try to bite, I sympathise for your flesh when I malfuntion Don't be scared, I'm not canibalistic, I just like to use my teeth Humans scare me, I must defend myself, uh, I mean, to smile and eat I'm not afraid to say it, but I'm scared when I'm saying it, I have to say I have been observing your mundane human actions, I really don't want to be put away I always feel foreign, alienated, out-of-place But because I'm "considerate," I have to bite my tongue to save me some face I'm too stressed out to notice that I'm depressed Wanting mental soundessnes, yes, peace, my hallucinations don't give me rest My taughts speed down their highway, my delusions are always a-fest They inflict beneath my exterior, but for the public eye, I wear a crest "I wear my skin well, don't you think?" I lie, becuase it ill-fits I am totally normal, "I'm fine." Can't change the fact I'm a misfit. The beams that bear my bag of meat rust and thus begin to weaken The lethal sagging's caused by the mental luggage, I'm not heard, even though I'm speaking Many persons think that I'm overly paranoid, I must admit, that I am You would be the same way too, if about your health, no one ever gives a **** Help doesn't come, because their 'laters' always becomes 'nevers' I am not that superhuman, can't keep myself together, forever They claim that they would help me, some way, somehow, but their actions never initiate Someday, sometime, it would all be over, through a thorough death physical or mental Oh yes, I'm still believing, you can't accuse me of not having faith. I look forward to my healing, but all the while, my brain chemicals fornicate.

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC

Asominate

Fornicate (for Mental Health Awareness Day 2018)

I'm too despressed to notice I'm stressed out Suppressed emotions inside, shouldn't let out Seeing is believing but what I see isn't real I am forced to accept these "realities" and ignore the way I feel I don't mean to sadden, entertain, bore, or aggravate, For a decade I find that this is how I communicate The only way I can precisely speak out on the unhealthy pleasures As the chemicals of my brain, they fornicate These levels of relationships aren't supposed to be It'll **** me sometime later, look at how it has ruined my personality Seeing is believing, but you won't believe what I see How can I act 'normal' when you won't acknowledge I can't do 'human being' My animalistic compulsions are fuelled by my failing brain functions Don't get too close cause I'll try to bite, I sympathise for your flesh when I malfuntion Don't be scared, I'm not canibalistic, I just like to use my teeth Humans scare me, I must defend myself, uh, I mean, to smile and eat I'm not afraid to say it, but I'm scared when I'm saying it, I have to say I have been observing your mundane human actions, I really don't want to be put away I always feel foreign, alienated, out-of-place But because I'm "considerate," I have to bite my tongue to save me some face I'm too stressed out to notice that I'm depressed Wanting mental soundessnes, yes, peace, my hallucinations don't give me rest My taughts speed down their highway, my delusions are always a-fest They inflict beneath my exterior, but for the public eye, I wear a crest "I wear my skin well, don't you think?" I lie, becuase it ill-fits I am totally normal, "I'm fine." Can't change the fact I'm a misfit. The beams that bear my bag of meat rust and thus begin to weaken The lethal sagging's caused by the mental luggage, I'm not heard, even though I'm speaking Many persons think that I'm overly paranoid, I must admit, that I am You would be the same way too, if about your health, no one ever gives a **** Help doesn't come, because their 'laters' always becomes 'nevers' I am not that superhuman, can't keep myself together, forever They claim that they would help me, some way, somehow, but their actions never initiate Someday, sometime, it would all be over, through a thorough death physical or mental Oh yes, I'm still believing, you can't accuse me of not having faith. I look forward to my healing, but all the while, my brain chemicals fornicate.

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these are just things i have went through, or am going through that i never really speak on. so i write about these things instead. its a necessary part of my healing process. thanks for taking a glimpse at the inside of my mind.

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC

alicia-t

I'm not a despressed tormented being

these are just things i have went through, or am going through that i never really speak on. so i write about these things instead. its a necessary part of my healing process. thanks for taking a glimpse at the inside of my mind.

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i was really despressed and trying to make a breaky fast delicioso and so i like, so i put an egg in my hoody pocket then i stoppeed to read al souls cheerry writing and when i bent to sit down the egg smashed ... I really gotta stop sh*tting on my keysh-bored Quite so. now pass me some tea in my top-most hat, i'm feeling trite and totally mad- cow disease. wait.. when did we start talking about that?

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Feb 2, 2016

Feb 2, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC

RobertZorro

so so

i was really despressed and trying to make a breaky fast delicioso and so i like, so i put an egg in my hoody pocket then i stoppeed to read al souls cheerry writing and when i bent to sit down the egg smashed ... I really gotta stop sh*tting on my keysh-bored Quite so. now pass me some tea in my top-most hat, i'm feeling trite and totally mad- cow disease. wait.. when did we start talking about that?

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