The Way I Feel - Poem by jeremy var
So depressed, so down.plz god turn it around.
So lost, so lost where's my path? Might be too late, soon god will have wrath.
Always thinking of popping aspirin and hoping ill leave, but then I think and try to believe.believe it'll be alright. Believe that it'll be an easier fight.
These false accusations of running people down, and another false accusation of touching around. I'm sick of feeling as if I'm cursed, considering of putting myself in a damn hearse.
I'm so sick, sick and tired, of everyone, everything, tired of trying to the good guy when it always seem to backfire, now everyone thinks I'm a molesting, kill people liar. Who do I blame? My idiot sister?
My mind feels as if its full of blisters.
my healths falling, my depressions getting worse, and my wife complains about being here dragging me down even more, I'm just so tired, so fucking sore.
She needs to go back, and go be happy again.go be with her family, and her forever best friend.man god I don't think I can do this anymore.I don't sleep right, don't eat, I'm falling little by little, once a strong man, now I'm brittle.
All the signs of depression are there. But no one seems to really care.they just get mad at me for always being angry and irritated, well what can I say, I feel so ill-fated. Sooner than later I will no longer be here, and to be honest...that's my biggest fear.
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