This is a poem written about someone having suicidal thoughts and those around them desperatly trying to help them see that they are worth so much more. Hope you all like.
Today I decided that I needed to extend my circle of trust to include someone close to me. I suffer from depression and anxiety disorder. This poem was written to symbolise the extension of my trust. I only started writing poems about 6 weeks ago, and this is my first here. Please be gentle with me :)
Yay for more depressing stuff! I've really gone in the vault this time to gather up some of my older writings.
I don't rememeber when I wrote this exactly but it's inspired by a quote from Asher Roth's Sour Patch Kids.
It's like a child's plea for peace.
Today at work, the song "My boo" by Usher came on Pandora. It's didn't make any sense because of the station I was listening to. So I listened to it and it inspired me to write a poem during my last hour.
The result was this letter that I'm actually considering to send to the girl that I wrote this for. But we're both happy now, and I don't want to bring back painful memories..
Anyway. I really hope you enjoy this poem. It has become my favorite piece that I've written so far. So I would love to hear your thoughts on the message that I tried to convey. It would mean the world to me. Thank you very much.
I'm on my lunch break now. Came up with this a few minutes ago. I hope you enjoy this!
It's inspired by the people I see confused about their lives. People who want to know their purpose.
Let me know what you think!
I litterally wrote this on my phone in a dark room with no furniture, which would be the image I want portrayed while reading it (but that's really hard to get a picture of).
I wrote this in '09, when I was like semi-depressed. It's one of the first serious poems I wrote outside of class.
It was inspired by a quote from Drake (before he was a bitch) where he starts off a song with "Why do I feel so alone?" I decided to try and answer it on my own.
This was the very first poem that I have EVER written. This is also the ONLY poem that I made public before today. It was written a few months back in memory of a very close friend who had taken his own life, Nicholas A. Marchant. As you can see he was the type of guy who could light up the room with his smile. I've known him since I moved here 11 years ago. We used to talk a lot when we worked out together, and I always saw a little of myself in him; as if he was my younger brother. Of all the people I've lost in my life, his death was one that had sent me into a temporary state of depression. But when I finally picked myself back up, I discovered poetry. It soon became the best way to describe both the happiness and pain that I have felt and seen during my life. Hence the poem that you see before you had become the immediate result of my enlightening experience.