Annie Singh

Rookie (February 27,1998 / New York)

Depression - Poem by Annie Singh

Depression, depression,
it is a tire.
It make me go haywire.
I want to show those Preppies what's real,
to suffer with many ordeals.
I want those retards to know
the rush of pure blood flow.
A blade that slices their necks.
The depression that life wrecks.

The sorrow, the lust
the pain the unjust,
so many difficult thoughts.
To tell what happened or
to know what's what.
The world is spinning,
my blood is gushing.
The adrenaline flows,
where did I go?
The blood rushes to my head.
I realized then.....I was dead.


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  • Neil Adams (3/3/2012 11:58:00 AM)

    Wow, truly amazing Annie, I can relate so much to that poem, and so many other people will be able too aswell (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 3, 2012


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