A Poem About How I Feel And What’s Going On Around Me

I’m sick of life.

we are all tired of living, yes, it is not truly enjoyable for anyone – especially not those who are always hungry for things, always thirsty. if you want to be able to stop suffering from life, you have to give up your life – if you live it for yourself, you’ll never be happy. please try not to complain. it’s really not good for you.

I’m sick of it all.

the world’s goal is to kill you – don’t let it win.

I’m sick of the lies,=-=-=,and =-=-=.

just let them reap what they sow, and do your best not to be like them. forgive them or they’ll always be able to hurt you.

I’m sick of hearing rumors becouse someone was bored,

just forgive & forget…it’s the best you can do for anybody who isn’t good to you.

Sick of my mom yelling at me for not doing my chores.

i don’t know if your mom makes you dust the whole house, wash every window, scrub all the floors and clean all the toilets everyday – but try to do your chores, please. even if you did do all those cleaning things i just mentioned, it still wouldn’t be enough to pay back for what they have provided you with – that is, a computer, internet, health, food, shelter, clothing, probably transportation every once in a while, and also they probably pay for your cell phone if you’ve got one.

She can’t see let alone feel what I do.

forgive her, please

She wouldn’t belivie me or have time to get me help.

perhaps you should give her the benefit of the doubt, rather than assume anything such as this, though the evidence may be everywhere. that’s probably what you would want others to do for you.

I know she busy taking care of me,but

be thankful! please

I want her notice,

i’m sorry that she does not.

I want her to see.

please do not be dependent upon her in this way…

Instead of writing off the scars on my arm as being a klutz,

don’t hurt yourself, please

The missing bottle of tyneol as for a ‘headache’,

don’t…please

Or the nearly empty bottle of wine as ’she drank more than she thought’.

drinking will never ever have a good result.

Or my ’so called friends’.

believe me, no friends is better than 100 empty ones.

Can’t keep a secert let alone notice what’s going on with me.

please just forgive them.

To busy to care with there own affairs….

yes, people are naturally self centered.

But they help with the pain for just a few hours,
But when I get home I just want to be left alone.

see? you too

Sometimes I don’t but that’s not to often I want there company,
But there off in there own little world.

ask God for company, please

I have tried on three separte occasions but
They all failed.
I wasn’t hospitalized so no one noticed.

be glad… you are alive. there are more people dead than people living. believe me, everybody wants to be alive – people just do not want to be dead, but they confuse the feelings of the two for the realities of the two, and so, suicide is thought up.

After the third attempted I started doing rescearch to find out,
Why I feel this way.
Right now I have come up with the fact of maybe being biploar.

i wouldn’t worry about being bipolar or something… if there’s a real chemical imbalance in your brain, then that’s a problem yeah, but i doubt it. you just need more strength to deal with this world. please pray for strength, and not necessarily for an easy life – because God doesn’t give an easy life to anybody.

So now here I am.
Stumbling along this site by accident,
But happy i found people who know what it feels…..

please talk to me… i can talk to you more and help you. my contact info can be found by clicking my username, K3T