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today you asked me, "how are you?"
i could've lied but i told you the truth
i told you about all the pains in my chest
i told you at night how i couldn't rest
explaining to you how my head spins all day
when i think of the words that i'm too scared to say
i'll tell you about how i've lost so much sleep
i imagine things that aren't there that in the night creep
the voice in my head screams, "you don't mean a thing!"
and i believe every word despite how they sting
i'm worthless and menial and there's no one to care
often times it just feels like there's no one else there
i'm alone all the time even when i'm with friends
because i'm convinced every one of you pretends
you just act like my friend, you hate me, i'm sure
you're all leading me on and it just makes me sore
you can tell me you're there, you can tell me you care
but that doesn't change the fact i'm still in despair
you say, "be right back" and i patiently wait
but the hours drag on and i realise too late
you're not coming back. you hate me, don't you?
i don't blame you, really, i hate myself too
you asked me how i felt and i told you the truth
but really i wonder if there was any use.
today you asked me, "how are you?"
today i lied instead of telling the truth
i said "i'm okay" and i tell you things wrong
but you stop me and say you knew the truth all along
so why did you ask if you knew what was right?
are you just making sure that you look so polite?
you're angry about the answer i chose to make
"why do you lie? for goodness' sake,
why don't you tell us when there's something not right?
why don't you tell us when your throat's feeling tight?
when there's pains in your chest and you can't sleep at night
why do you make yourself live with this fright?"
my mind is flooded with pain and lies
the darkness that tells me i'm what you despise
i can tell by your text that you're so sick of me
always acting like this, so sad and whiny
i spill my whole heart and i tell you it all
what's hurting me now, why i'm not okay at all
you say, "you need help" and i know that is true
but i hate all the doctors like i hate being blue
i don't want empty words, i don't want old thrills
i don't want the false joy from their stupid small pills
don't you understand me at all when i'm talking to you?
don't say that you know what's causing this, it's not new.
"tell your parents" i have, "tell an adult" i have
"tell someone that's not me" well guess what, i have
i've told them and all they do is turn it around
"how do you think this makes ME feel?" they say with a frown
i hate them. i hate adults. i don't want to see a therapist
i hate them all and their title as "specialist"
they don't care about me, i'm just another patient
i'm just another source of money for their next vacation
i'll stay here and slowly lose health as i cry
it's ok. you'll be free soon, free when i die.
i could've lied but i told you the truth
i told you about all the pains in my chest
i told you at night how i couldn't rest
explaining to you how my head spins all day
when i think of the words that i'm too scared to say
i'll tell you about how i've lost so much sleep
i imagine things that aren't there that in the night creep
the voice in my head screams, "you don't mean a thing!"
and i believe every word despite how they sting
i'm worthless and menial and there's no one to care
often times it just feels like there's no one else there
i'm alone all the time even when i'm with friends
because i'm convinced every one of you pretends
you just act like my friend, you hate me, i'm sure
you're all leading me on and it just makes me sore
you can tell me you're there, you can tell me you care
but that doesn't change the fact i'm still in despair
you say, "be right back" and i patiently wait
but the hours drag on and i realise too late
you're not coming back. you hate me, don't you?
i don't blame you, really, i hate myself too
you asked me how i felt and i told you the truth
but really i wonder if there was any use.
today you asked me, "how are you?"
today i lied instead of telling the truth
i said "i'm okay" and i tell you things wrong
but you stop me and say you knew the truth all along
so why did you ask if you knew what was right?
are you just making sure that you look so polite?
you're angry about the answer i chose to make
"why do you lie? for goodness' sake,
why don't you tell us when there's something not right?
why don't you tell us when your throat's feeling tight?
when there's pains in your chest and you can't sleep at night
why do you make yourself live with this fright?"
my mind is flooded with pain and lies
the darkness that tells me i'm what you despise
i can tell by your text that you're so sick of me
always acting like this, so sad and whiny
i spill my whole heart and i tell you it all
what's hurting me now, why i'm not okay at all
you say, "you need help" and i know that is true
but i hate all the doctors like i hate being blue
i don't want empty words, i don't want old thrills
i don't want the false joy from their stupid small pills
don't you understand me at all when i'm talking to you?
don't say that you know what's causing this, it's not new.
"tell your parents" i have, "tell an adult" i have
"tell someone that's not me" well guess what, i have
i've told them and all they do is turn it around
"how do you think this makes ME feel?" they say with a frown
i hate them. i hate adults. i don't want to see a therapist
i hate them all and their title as "specialist"
they don't care about me, i'm just another patient
i'm just another source of money for their next vacation
i'll stay here and slowly lose health as i cry
it's ok. you'll be free soon, free when i die.
idk if i should mature content this but i dont really know what to file it under so,,,
id appreciate it if the comments (implying i get any lol) are free from stuff like "oh i feel like this/know exactly how you feel/its ok im here for you" because thats kind of?? youre not helpful at all please stop.
tw death/suicide/depression i guess?? idk
vent poetry usually helps me feel better so. progress
id appreciate it if the comments (implying i get any lol) are free from stuff like "oh i feel like this/know exactly how you feel/its ok im here for you" because thats kind of?? youre not helpful at all please stop.
tw death/suicide/depression i guess?? idk
vent poetry usually helps me feel better so. progress
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Your poem is very expressive! I liked 
