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Depression I stand on top of this parking garage
The city below me, a chaotic collage
i look down, the ground returns my glance
i understand now my life is in my hands
How did it come to this, it not be chance
The wind pushing my back, weakening my stance
I recolect why im here it not be the drugs
Its because of her, her kisses, her hugs
the way she cuddled, the way she loved
The 8 times she left me, the way i could never do enough
I want to forget about her throw these memories of her off of this ledge
im so fucking tired of living this life like im consantly on an edge
Trapped in this prison, this prison that is my fucking head
My only escape, this paper, and this lead
so i say farewell take my last step off
Ending my pain witb this 9 story garage
Sry it took so long for me to
Sry it took so long for me to read this.....i regret not getting to it sooner!!! This is a very good piece..as i read it i could feel your pain, your anger, and your confusion....keep on writing i would love to see more!!!!
you should also check out
you should also check out couldnt do it. another depressing poem that has a lot of pain to it you might like it, or understand me
Awe, I'm sorry you feel that
Awe, I'm sorry you feel that way. I've been there, trust me. Good poem :)
~BUG~