Depressed

December 9, 2008
By Taylor Overman, Paris, TN

I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.

My doctor calls it depression;
my dad says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.

Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just disappeared.

I get really edgy;
I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
followed by feeling sad.

I wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day


The author's comments:
It is a lot of my life in this poem

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aznchickie said...
on Dec. 23 2008 at 2:47 am
This is a great poem. It really hit me cause .. It's basically my life too.


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