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I have suffered from clinical depression for the majority of the last four years of my life. I have cut and tried to commit suicide multiple times. I have also had to deal with bipolar disorder. But much of this has changed.
I am now a much happier person, and I am not nor have I ever been on any medication, and I try my best to love everyone and especially all my friends. The world seems beautiful to me again, and I will try my best to help out anyone who is sad or suicidal because I don't want anyone to feel lonely or die. I love writing and I love music, I play piano and write songs. I really like listening to punk rock and sceamo and classic rock. I am really just a big teddy bear though so if anyone ever wants to talk just message me and I hope I will be able to make you feel better.
Do you know what I’d give
What I got, what I’d give to go back?
Do you know that I’d give
Up my life just as easy as anything?
She was beautiful
But she didn't see beauty like I saw it
She was undefined, prone to cry
Just a little undeveloped
What’s the meaning of this?
The meaning of all these selfish lies
That we keep bottled up inside
So hard to hide
Seen the cut surrounded by dry blood. Must have irritated it through the crashing all around me. Wipe it dry, clean, but where’s the fun in that. Avoid exacerbation yet still suffer in excess.
Why not make the pain, the sorrow poor out, hopefully there won’t be anything left inside. Gripping tightly, stab the wound over my heart back open; rip back quickly to greater irritate the skin.