Depression Poem

things just ain't right..

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© Lemae Beyah

Published: Mar 2009

Hurting...

Why am I steady asking myself things
I probably will never know like why my heart has grown so cold
not to others but to myself..
I cut, I cry, I bleed why not just die??

Why am I here..
I'm like that extra tooth that just cramps things up
& causes things to fall apart and get crooked..

I'm standing here watching the kids play & giggle
guy & girl so in love
Grandma and Grandpa celebrating 60 years of their love and devotion...
I want to find something that can make things right for me
why don't people see the hurt that's coming from inside of me?..

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