Was looking through some old stuff and found my old diary. Here’s some of my WAY old stuff, I guess I’ve always been depressing. Don’t read these if you want to read good poetry, I was very young when these were written. Here goes:
I’m that sock.
The one you left
In your locker
In your closet
On your floor
Without a pair.
Eventually, you forgot about me.
I’m that song.
The one you listened to
Everyday
You knew all the lyrics
You always sang along
Then came a new song
And you forgot about me.
I’m that book
You read every night
When you were a child
You knew all the words
Then you grew up
And you forgot about me.
This second one is from when I was 10, which is actually quite sad. Ends up I was suicidal my whole life. :/
Looking in the mirror, what do I see?
I see my face frowning at me
It’s just a normal day for me
Because it feels like I have 3 minutes to live
Oh why do I have to go through this every day?
Why don’t I just change my life today?
I’d like to know where I’m going
And I’d like to have some advice
But I know I have to go
Because it feels like I have 3 minutes to live
Oh why do I have to go through this every day?
Why don’t I just change my life today?
I feel wild and crazy, don’t you too?
But I have 3 minutes to live.
8 comments
They are both freakin awesome!!
those are really good
Thanks guys :] The reason I shared them is because I was so shocked I felt the same way I do now when I was only a kid.
i wish had some of my old diaries i bet ive changed a lot from back then
Oh Brittany, you shouldn’t feel at all jealous. It was a tad disturbing to see how sad I’ve always been. I didn’t really remember how different I was. I was one of those kids that if I was in a bad mood I’d sit and meditate in a field. Everyone thought I was really weird. xD I can understand why.
no im not jealous i was just sayin i bet ive changed a lot i use to a really happy kid
Oh okay, I was concerned. xD And yeah, I think that’s true about a lot of people. They were really happy when they were kids, then they were slammed hard by reality and that’s why they’re unhappy.
I’ve been suicidal since 4 grade I hate it and it’s taken over my whole life faking happiness but when I’m alone I release myself and cradles me in it’s arms like baby I can’t say i don’t enjoy it but I can say I don’t enjoy it’s a way of life, a habit ,a secret 🙁