I feel misunderstood in every single way
Not knowing whether to live day after day
I know I have much to live for after all
But its hard to want to when I only ever fall
I don't get appreciated in my every day life
I think about simply ending it with a knife
But I can't do that and I never ever will
I'll just simply pop yet another pill
They do less harm and are free from pain
So I can do it all the time, again and again
I am not addicted, and there is no taste
I just don't want it all to got to waste
I am not a druggy, far from the truth
I am simply part of todays ever so young youth
I am happy and I'm not depressed
The reason why is simply what I have just confessed
Author notes
Haha.. Bit weird. I know.
Written June 6th, 2006
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hey i can relate to this poem completley this is exactly how i felt when my b/f went to prison....(sighs) i still do every once in a while .
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hmm well I dont particully agree with poping pills...but from time to time...lol anyway i love how all your poems rhyme but it doesnt sound forced if you know what i mean? hmm anyway nice work!
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Ever so young youth? As opposed to being old youth I suppose? Remember I said to read your poetry aloud to yourself. You'll get the flow right if you do it.
This sounds like and antidep love poem, having never been prescribed antideps I dont know if they work? Then again maybe you're not talking about anything.
Panadol, Heron Blue, Pharmecuticals is the coolest word to spell.
Confusicus
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