Depression Poem

I loved this guy, and I was nothing. I did everything I could, and for all that has been done I wish I would have been dead.

I'm Gone

© Emily
Scream at me,
maybe your voice will kill me inside
Hit me with your words,
what's the worse that could happen,
bruise my memories
Ignore me,
hopefully I'll go mad with silence
Hate me more then anyone ever could,
so I could try to hate myself more
Walk away,
I'll just walk straight into my own hell
Love me,
too late,
I'm already gone

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Published: Mar 2009

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