The pools of despair
You wear with no pride.
Empty holes which hold
Little but nothing known.
Maybe a tear will drop,
Emotion shown,
Yet no such luck,
As you walk the drawn on line.
Someday you'll be found,
A friend will see,
Rescue from the fire,
But that person cannot be me.
For what is witnessed by the mind,
Is lost life a waste of youth.
Kill your self now,
Or out will come the truth.
about myself, yuck this poem sucks so so much, 'look at me, i'm depressed, gonna kill myself' oh please, like i ever had that in me! basically yrs an yrs ago (6ish) i got a bit upset with things, you know usual stuff, bullied at school, no friends, over weight, bad skin, frizzy hair, came from rubbish back ground, yet had intelligence (hard to believe that one!) and all the stuff that goes with that, parents split up, awful mother (stoner) and a whole bunch of other stuff.
