~*Its not the best but its something I wrote after feeling this way*~

These feelings deprive me,
I want to be called what's happy.
I think of strangling you,
I close my eyes and think of the things I should be.

I wish I could hold you in my arms,
and fall alseep with you.
I wish I could tell you my true feelings,
and break off everything that you subdue.

The things you say to me,
you throw everything away.
I'm suposed to think of you as a friend,
the risk of letting you know I'm not going to take.

Every step I take,
every flaw you find,
makes me cry more,
that I could create such a vast depression in my mind.

I'm not perfect,
I'm far from it.
They say you're feeling bad too..
Can't I finally step off this troubling cliff and plummet?

I just wish,
I didn't feel like this.
Sick of pretending that everything's
great the way it is.

For ten months I loved you with you not knowing (or caring).
To find the fact that I accept,
is really unbearing.

My mom found
the poems I wrote.
She found everything,
everything I'd kept inside of me.

I'm becoming so numb.
Not listening, I don't care,
if you touch me in places
I pretend you're not there.

So everything I've written,
that I want to now end.
My lesson not learned-
I fell in love my friend.

(Don't worry my friend was a guy, not a girl.)









 
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