English Jam Jun 16
I feel absolute - sometimes
I feel abused - but I say I'm fine
It's getting harder to find words that rhyme
I feel incomplete - can you spare some time?

There'll be no more suicide under my roof
There'll be no pretending you're depressed, that's the truth
Your mental health is OK, go to school
I'm not gonna talk about this anymore
Just go into your room and close the door
You say you're suffering from depression and cutting yourself
Well I say leave depression on the shelf
And no, you're not getting professional help
If you really want attention, just say so yourself
Just be happy like a little child
It'll go away if you try smile

Think happy thoughts


No
This isn't another argument I will let go
I don't believe in shouting, I believe in salvation
I don't believe in punishment, I believe in patience
I don't condone diversity, I promote
I'm not the one to complain, I vote
Yet I still don't share pain, I joke
Because apparently young people's problems are just a hoax
Because apparently I can't talk about my problems freely
Apparently if I do, it's worse than drug dealing
It's the fractured state of mind
That I try to to hide
This is your decision to remain blind
You call these protests teen rage
You call these problems teenage
If you're gonna dismiss this with a yawn
And ignore the child with guns drawn
If you're gonna prioritise getting rid of pot
And ignore the school shooter firing another shot
If you're gonna waste time
Wondering if the ten year old black kid is spreading gang signs
Just don't be surprised
At another teen suicide

Think happy thoughts
There's a lesson you gotta learn, but I don't want it to be taught
The lesson that young people can experience suicidal thoughts
It's the one thing everybody seems to be missing
But it could be solved if you just stop and listen

Apparently if I have sex
I'm either a slut or a player, depending on my sex
My body's for rent
In my cheap apartment
At my tender age, love is too complicated a thing
My mind can't handle the complex emotion it brings
Yet at this tender age, I need to know my career
Of course, a lawyer or a doctor is what they want to hear
Cause my real dreams are "unrealistic, dear"
They're willing to whisper in my ear
That's not mature
But if we start speaking about things that are serious
We get looked at like we're delirious
And face responses like "you're too young to be so serious"
However,  I wanna talk
About how if I walk
Behind a white woman in a parking lot
She's holding the panic button, hoping she doesn't get shot
Thinking that she's gonna get robbed of everything she's got
And I wanna talk about how a rapist gets off easy
Because apparently now apples make him queasy
And being in prison might ruin his reputation
But I get shut down, cause this isn't suitable topic for conversation
So I'll quote my mother to deliver the message of our generation
She always told me "prevention is better than cure"
And the youth are the future
And there's nothing any doctor can do
About the suicide they're succumbing to

Think happy thoughts
It's the one thing everybody seems to be missing
But it could be solved if you just stop and listen
There's a lesson you gotta learn, but I don't want it to be taught
The lesson that young people can experience suicidal thoughts
The result of spending the day listening to Kendrick Lamar's To Pimp A Butterfly album (if you can read this as a sort of rap, it works out perfectly)
writerReader Mar 2015
I'm falling
won't
you
catch
me
please
Anne Molony Dec 2017
how can one
truly understand
if their mind is closed
and their ears are sealed
are you really listening?
Luna Aug 6
Listen,to when i say i love you
Listen to my heart cry out for you
Listen to my voice crack because i cant possibly bare to be without you
Listen, to my broken mind
And the shattered glass of wine.
Listen. Please.
Sit back and relax
Feel the waves wash over your back
In the melting sun
Looking at the clouds reflecting all the pinks and blues
Over the blooming hill, echoing white noise of chirps and crickets

Listen to the trickling of the slow water over the smooth rocks
Feel a warm wind brush your face
With your eyes closed
Enjoying the radiating warmth
And the soothing crackling of a log fire

Or sit and admire the shimmering spray
Of a waterfall smoothly crashing into the water of a sky kissed lake
Sunlight dancing through the splashes
Rainbows jumping through every droplet

Listen to the pitter patter of the rain, against a tin roof
Inside a warm cabin
Drifting to sleep
Soon to wake to the song birds chorus
And the blissful sun

Bask in it
And relax
Astra Jul 28
Listen,
Breathe,
Shh silence she’s asleep,
Quite to not make a peep,

The child made of concrete and leaves,
Is fast asleep,
Move to quickly and the ground will shake,
allow the vibrations to awake,
A silence soul so pure and innocence,

Yet the world decided to scream,
CHILD MADE OF CONCRETE YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE,

Frightened and confused the child moves just to quickly,
To hear the earth raddle as the body meets the floor,

I wish they would have just
listened some more..
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