It’s like wanting to yell out for help
And then being scared of what might happen if you do
Of how it will affect your friends
Your family
Your loved ones
And you
So you find yourself hiding and fighting alone
And wishing it would disappear so you don’t have to feel at all
That’s what it’s like
When it creeps all of a sudden
When everything is fine
And glorious until then
And everything falls down
When you think it is fine
And you are stuck writing poems
To clear your mind
Wow that was a crappy poem but hey it’s how I feel….does anyone else get this?
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It’s like you read my mind, get you completely!
Dear tryingsohard, that was NOT a crappy poem. It is fabulous. You describe the feeling of so many. It is said poets have a troubled soul. I know it’s true from experience. That was very well written!
If you think that’s a crappy poem, this is Lucy4’s idea of poetry:
“Some of my deepest thoughts come to me whilst seated on the throne. (Dropping a deuce). I wonder if that’s where Shakespeare got his inspiration?â€
They paint these walls
to stop my pen.
But the shithouse poet
strikes again.
^(I read that once in a toilet stall).
i got it i love your crappy poem! but i like this one too!
They paint these walls
to stop my pen.
But the shithouse poet
strikes again.
i’m going to write somewhere it!haha
i could relate alot to this .
it really touched my heart.
i have difficulties explaning how i feel .
but you just explained it all in that poem .
thanks .
seriously dude .
same thing i said .