Pillow damp from a crushed spirit.

The pillow is full of tears,
Head full of beers.. I wish.
I don’t want to feel,
I want to be numb.

Angry at everything that is,
Can’t talk about what isn’t,
Can’t think about this thing eating at me,
Like a disease taking over me.

Angry at this messed up world,
Fuming at my life,
Don’t know why I’m this mad,
But hey! It beats being… no it doesn’t.

I want to scream!
Punch something,
If I scream, they will scream back at me,
If I punch it will be a wall I’m punching.

My greatest friend ever phones!
Another problem in her perfect little world,
Her hair is not straight,
Greeting cards will burn.

I talk about who kissed who,
At last weeks party,
One I was not invited to,
They sounded like they had fun.

She starts to cry,
Confess she’s soo sad,
Her heart it beats for a guy,
Who asked her out.

What should she do?
Say yes?
Say no?
Say maybe three times?

I sigh on the inside,
Her life so complicated,
She is under so much pressure,
Her prefect life not so prefect in her eyes.

Her perfect life, so imperfect,
Her perfect test results, so low,
Her perfect body, so flawed,
Her perfect life, so imperfect in her imperfect brown eyes.

So blind am I to see this,
Through all my misery,
That’s she’s so sad,
So it’s not just me.

“I’m so depressed”
She cries,
I’m so not in the mood,
I think.

She lives a greeting card life,
And she doesn’t understand my sadness,
It doesn’t matter anyway,
I’m dead on the inside.

And soon I’ll be dead on the out,
As my blood slowly leaves my depression,
Red stains the floor,
I wonder if they will ever get that stain out the carpet.

(i no crap spelling, but my computer added them, not me)