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You Were Mad...
You were mad, when you found out I cut myself.
But, I was mad, when n one saw my true wealth.
You were sad, when I did not tell you.
But I was sad, when you didn't care what's true.
You were happy, when I promised not to do it again.
But I was happy, when I had my skin stretched so thin.
You were depressed, when you realized your daughter is strange
But I was depressed, when it never brought any real change.
You were mad, when you told me I couldn't do anything right.
But I was mad, when I took that blade and ended it that night.
You sound so much like this person I know. Anyways, I think this is a good poem. I'm out on a search for insperation, so if you wanna be my friend, You can talk to me anytime.
Ari
please dont end your life. your poetry is very precious to quite a few people,namely me, even though all poetry is precious to me. i guess i really am a sensitive guy even though i dont show it and usually dont even feel it. well peace. bye.salaam.