Depression Poem by Teens

One day I was feeling trapped and..

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Published: January 2009

Another 24 hours poured into the cement
Living through another's persons regrets..
Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend
Cant see the end, left the lights on again
In the past, the future looked too close to hold..
And now the present seems like it's too close and cold
Inside myself looking out; it all seems fake
Whatever motivates, the day puts it away
Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living
I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it
Your eyes couldn't watch the way the world spins
I'll sit there and watch on the day the world ends
If its burns then, and flows in the wind
I'll hold what I learned and start it over again

Because who knows if your steps are planned out..
I feel lost, and no body's there to stick a hand out;
A man now.. because I felt too strong
And I feel like I lived with my self too long
This isn't the right time or place for these words
We don't have the right kind of space for these birds
If we all could fly, If we all could cry
Everybody would laugh, and we all would die
The sky hangs over my head, I can feel the weight
Conceal my fate, and let me just deal with hate
I lost compassion, everything's cold when its near us
I spend to much time with my soul in this mirror...

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  • XXRaven_Oni_ThornXx by XXRaven_Oni_ThornXx
  • 3 years ago

This sounds like it could be a song. I Love it! :)

  • Madi Murray by Madi Murray, Toronto Ontarion
  • 4 years ago

This is how I feel everyday thanks for putting it in words.

  • Madi Murray by Madi Murray, Toronto Ontarion
  • 4 years ago

This is how I feel everyday thanks for putting it into words.

  • Erica by Erica
  • 10 years ago

wow this poem has touched me in many ways well its like my whole life put in only a few lines that's crazy and I hope I can hear more poems from Marco Barnes like this one

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