Category : Poems

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“Just get over it,” they tell me,
So I say nothing, for I know they don’t understand;
I wonder if they could just see
Sadness is not at hand, but depressed is what I am;

The difference between can be overwhelming,
And my suicidal thoughts can be alarming;
But I’m stuck in a lonely elevator forever in a free fall 
Much like being in the back of a squad car for breaking the law;

The ground is riddled with broken egg shells,
Always on edge as my insecurity swells;
It’s a dark, barren life I live
Wishing the egg shell ground would give;

Though I don’t actually live in this world,
Instead I merely exist as I’m twirled;
Around by so many of my mixed emotions
So I weep and wish for your love and devotion. 

Though it doesn’t really matter
My ashes you will still scatter;
And if they can’t burn this invisible creep 
I will still exist here, only six feet deep.