It's too easy to lay down and die.
So I decided to fly!
It's hard to stay high
because sometimes I want to cry.
I will keep smiling
Even when the problems are piling
Through the grunting and whining
I will help any who are dialing.
I'm so sick of emotion.
It might be a sin.
But depressed is what I've been.
When I'm home or around him.
At first you thought I was heaven sent
Then a few months later your perspective was bent.
I'm more than just laundry lent!
You don't have to leave me with a dent.
The emotion is making me sick
And I barley have enough strength to kick
I'm not a candle wick!
Sometimes you're such a bleep
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Written: 5-10-2016
Posted: 5-11-2016
Jr year 16 years old.
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PoetryPoems I wrote in 8th, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade to express my pain. Try to enjoy. :) Remember to comment or Inbox me, vote, and whatever. Tell your friends 'bout my stories. And I'm always open to new advice. Thanks for reading. :)
