Where do I go when I am not welcomed anywhere?
All doors are locked, people looking out their windows with angry stares, as I stand alone and helpless.
Who do I talk to when I feel depressed?
No one is available and everyone has issues of their own so they'll rather worry about themselves than you,
but will be the main ones at your funeral crying and in despair as if they were truly your friend.
Who do people call on when they need something?
They call on people like us, when they would rather expect things from us instead of asking, but where were you when I needed you the most? Patiently waiting for them to come up with an excuse because in their mind they don't want to "hurt my feelings." As if they cared anyway.
What do I do when I don't know what to do anymore?
Walk outside, put my hands up and wait to be shot,
It'll take 5 bullets to kill me,
1st bullet-Depression
2nd bullet-Religion
3rd bullet-Racism
4th bullet-Society
5th bullet-Myself
In that order.
........where do you go after death?
Heaven will not accept me, and even if I was crazy enough to go here, Hell wouldn't even want me. So,
I am not welcomed anywhere,
but at least my words have a place to stay, in someones heart, can it be yours?
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The Storm Of Realization
PoetryPoetry has helped me with putting all of the pieces of my puzzle together. You will learn the story of a peasant who molded himself to a king. My poems will consist of depression, suicidal thoughts, insecurity, racism, acceptance, importance, power...
