BrokenA Poem by John D'alquenLook and learn what you do in life
This depressing depression is eating me from the outside. accusing any one,every one I can,its my fault I feel this way,if i ever disagree no one will like me. It doesn't matter how or what I do this anxiety will tell me to kill my self. I tell my self to grow a pair. If i feel suicidal i'll be dragged down by my self,not a fan of life. i'm used to violence,unresolved issues,white static, No real emotion. sorry to say i want to bow out of life good day bye! Wasted my self on emotions and crashed hard. I want to reach out but I f**k up. I'm okay with not being liked,used to it. Blood wants to pump out of the veins till i die. Morning wakes me that alarm clock,some times I can't even sleep,i so want to. i tell my self to give me a break,I cry go crazy. No one really gets it,just tell me its my fault to feel this way. Bad feelings is all i have at this moment. I lived a life that won't last,told to do what ever to feel and who to like. I just crashed on the ground so hard. Must be good when you can f**k with some one like that. The end product is another casualty.
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2 Reviews Added on January 11, 2015 Last Updated on January 11, 2015 AuthorJohn D'alquenUnited KingdomAboutI'm new to writing,so I may make many mistakes. I write based of addictions and such things as depression. more.. |

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