

WHYwhy is it that i constantly sit and look for the negativeWHY
why is it that i cant control all of these thoughts and feelings that i have
why cant i control myself
why
i hate this
im slowly falling apart
soon there will be nothing for poeple to strip me of im done
im through
i cant be perfect any more
i need to get away
from all the drama
im ready to just run and never stop
i cant stand this thing we call life any more
im sick and tired and slowly each day im falling apart
im tired of being the adult
the strong one holding every thing t


two second poem thats if you wsometimes at night i sit and ponder about the days adventstwo second poem thats if you w
nothing really happenes its all the same
school work
and maybe a hi and bye here and there
i feel this feeling of lonlieness
that i wish would jsut disapear
why do i go from up to down
in a quick 360 turn
how can i posibly function a normal life with the feeling im alone with no one to call my own
here sitting by myself can be the most dangerouse part of my day
for i am getting to myself
thinking these crazy thoughts
that no one would ever think
a person like me would think about &n


Just a little somethingwhy is it that we live our lives depending off of others when in this life the only one we can really depend on is our selfJust a little something
each day we live fearing the unknowing
it builds up
and we are soon torn apart with let downs
who knows why things happen the way they do no one will ever know
so for now
we live each day like the last
felling: love
pain
anger
lost
happy
and so many more
we let things get to us
when really it all doesnt matter
live free
be free
be who you want to be
dont allow  


Depression...This feeling This deep twisted feeling Slowly sneaks up on me more and more each day Not knowing what to do I sit and wait for it to pass through Hoping it wont be longDepression...
and that it will end soon
like a small child
lost and alone scared in this place we are suppose to call home
trying to run away when im unable to
for the fact that it is imossible to run away from myself
how i wish
i could disapear and how i know
no one would ever notice
because to me
it seems
as if no one cares where were they
when i needed