So, my friend was kind of mad at me and accused me for ditching her, so I felt bad because she was avoiding me. Actually, she's on this site. I'm surprised what I write when I'm upset, even though my sisters said it was depressing, not me. Kay, I made a poem, and it's one of the best I've done, I guess. All right, here goes.
Sitting alone in the dark, comfort is all i feel
Being alone feels good, and sobbing i start to kneel
Like acid, tears burn my cheeks, and crying feels like a stab
Loneliness laughs at me, but scars are better than scabs
I can't bring myself to smile and I’m ignored when i speak
It matters not how hard i try, better to welcome a fool than a freak
Though i cry out no one hears, loneliness and sorrow are friends
Even if i scream, yell, or sob, it seems that this is the end
Eventually i find no hope and i welcome the coming death
And depressing words i scream, with painful unwanted breaths
Unfortunately i happen to live, returning to the darkness of night
And though i was born to die, the world is suddenly bright
But just when i feel like i matter, I’m wanted no longer no more
So i hang my head in sorrow, and drop my face to the floor
Everyone's better than i, in smarts and style and looks,
But pride no longer exists; for it's my pride they took
I lay facedown on the bed, feeling pity for myself,
All my sorrows and troubles are sure to bring a decrease in my health
I try to block the tears, unable to stop the flow,
I know depression is bad, but my sadness continues to grow
How can i not be sorry? How can i not feel bad?
I've tried so hard to explain to them, but t’was that friend that made me sad
If they'd understand i was sorry, if i offended them at all,
Seeing them unhappy was painful, now my world feels small
If they're reading this poem, if they had or would some day,
They should know I’m sorry to help me chase this pain away
I only want my friend back, the laughs and fun we had,
Forgive me now and accept me please, then i wouldn't feel so sad
Right now my hope is in a friend, in whom i trust and confide,
but if I face his darkness forever, I'm afraid to forever be terrified