Everytime I try to write a poem it just ends up being depressing, I wrote a depressing poem and tried to make it more positive by ending it with a good message but others aren’t so pleasant:

Some people don’t know the truth,
But I’ve uncovered the proof.
The world out there sucks,
It’s evil, cruel and vicious
Life is a malicious *****.

You must believe me
I’ve suffered the pain
And felt my work was all in vain
I have had depression
It attacks your mind with great aggression

The little words you speak,
They keep breaking me, making me grow weak.
I don’t want to die
But let’s face it’s easier then my lie.

The face we all put on it’s all for show
We have all pretended we didn’t care,
when people said, you *****/slut/hoe.
Our faces are lying to cover the mistakes of our minds.
Each day we grow weaker, we remove the knifes
Get more accustomed to the pain we make ourselves feel
We trap ourselves in an effort to conceal

The pain we feel is real and it hurts
Each day the cuts we see grow in numbers and the pain lessens
The cycle we are in is a curse, but without help it’s inescapable
Our horrible lives, are like the words you are reading, they draw you in and are frightening.
But they only go to a point. When you can’t take enough you begin siphoning, the blood starts dripping.
Eventually…. the horror ends.

For you at least… The people who you felt weren’t there,
Can only stand right there and stare.
At the body lying on the bed, there baby girl or lovers dead..
So help your loved ones by helping yourself..
Go to a doctor, regain your health.
You’ve learnt the truth you’ve lived the lives
Of the broken people dead inside.
Do your part, say something nice, to the nerdy girl who sits alone or the guy who’s dad beats him at home.

It isn’t much but it’s enough to us, the people who caused all this fuss. We want to live each day we can, we will succeed god help us man.