Best Depressionmay Poems


Rescue Me

Rescue me O guardian angels of my soul,rescue me O mighty hands of the divine 
potter,rewrite the psalm of my existence,redifine my metamorphosis and bend the canines 
that rip this mind of this troubled teenager, through the wire and up against the wall,bent and 
still standing,resiliant against the voltures of my past, darkened pupils of solitude. Rescue 
me O love from the hands of fate,and the anger that is karma,in all may i prove worthy. 
Even though i walk through stained corridors and unloving paths in all may i have life.

Time:Life:It's Yours To Waste..

I'm far from perfection...
I'm far from knowing who I am...
I make mistakes,
I make wishes.
I dream of what will happen,
instead of living it.
Regrets to me,
are not worth a time to figure out.
I'm far from not knowing,
I'm far from figuring out right from wrong.
I may be crazy,
but that's how I am...
I may be shy,
it just means I have less confidence.
People judge,
they try to tell me what I am...
It's my life,
so all these, I may be, I'm far from, I make; is my desicions.
I can sit here and write,
be descriptive on how my life went and still is going.
It'll be a waste,
because what happened didn't make me...
I made myself...
and that should tell you,
to be who you are,
and don't let time slow you down...

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern
I have departed
Alone
Absent of love
Nobody's friend
I am missed by no one
No words of comfort
No family praying over me
Lonely existence
My solitary journey
Has come to an end
Nobody's soul mate
Nobody's Mother
Nobody's Daughter
I am nothing
I never made a difference
It's like I never even existed
I am just anotherJane Doe
To whom it may concern
Goodbye


To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern I feel so empty 
inside,                                                                                                                            
my pain grows and grows but it’s so hard to 
hide.                                                                                                                             
I feel like a rose with no thorn on my 
stem,                                                                                                                         
my heart is so torn like a broken off tree 
limb.                                                                                                                              
I cannot bare the sad songs that play on the radio 
station,                                                                                                                      
so I change the channel and wait for the happy                   
sensation.                                                                                                                  
To Whom It May Concern ill over come my 
sorrow,                                                                                                                    
and hope better things will happen tomorrow.

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