Ana xxx


Depression Shows Reality - Poem by Ana xxx

My knees are so weak
Yet running
Running
For what?
Does it worth all that?
Why should I spent my years
Working
Learning
Searching for means to live
If I know
Inside me
I won't enjoy living it

Running, running...
For what I'm searching?
For cure?
I enjoy being sick!
For happiness?
It will never exist
For the reason that I'm still here?
I cannot find it out yet
What am I doing?
Why am still running
It's the time, to be selfish
To think of my own
Way
To live!
I'm still here?
Why should I care again for this life?
So many chances I gave
But it just won't get better...
Why am I still asking for help?
Why am still seeking it from this mortal world?
It won't give me the answer,
It won't give me a a damn
Why am I still trying to come back upon my feet?
For that I'm sick to seek
Why should I go on with it
When I know that it is just a half empty pot of blood?
If it won't hurt you
It will just break upon the floor
Why should I even keep on repeating
The same everyday?
I'm sick of u!
you call ur self life? ?
You are just one big lie
This perfect solution...

The words upon my body..
I engrave, razor and pain
A perfect poem to write...
words,
are bleeding
till the last word
the last dropp of blood, falls
it will hit the floor
to draw the last line of this image
that is showing the opposite of what u see
the choice that was hidden for many years
I'll remove it to the surface
for others to see it, to realize
happiness is by..
Living our own death everyday,


Comments about Depression Shows Reality by Ana xxx

  • (4/23/2018 12:38:00 PM)

    so deep and sad and well depressing (Report)Reply

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  • (4/23/2007 10:26:00 AM)

    i to wonder why i keep running, why i live this meaningless life. they are questions without true answers. (Report)Reply

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  • (1/26/2007 6:12:00 AM)

    That's how I feel like I'm living death to live. There’s too many people worrying about death and if there is an after life. I don’t care about that. I just want to know if there’s anymore life for me while I’m still living, because I see too many dead men walking. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/18/2006 6:28:00 AM)

    why? ? ? because you have friends that care... nice write...
    you can run but can't die yet... that is cheating...
    keep writing...i'll keep reading...k
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010


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