Best Depressionmusic Poems


Shut Your Hole !

You could be just a tri polite (Muttered Mario ),

There is a deep meaning in this life/
Yet where does one go to when the storms abound ?
Like to a crazy music store,
Mere music to abound !

They don't really like you !
So shut your hole !
A roll of the dice down at the corner store,
Tony was out in the back sleeping with a whore !

People these days don't even know/
Nor do they think they know,
The whole concept of the role,
Now shut your hole/

Vito was down at the bakery taking stock/
With a switch blade in hand and mop,
See he's an over weight lover from another brother/
Type of home boy lover !

The freak was a shoe shine boy delivering flowers on the side/
Now he's working for Tony at this free kin two bit dive/
Yet thank God that the rest of his friends our still alive !
Now wash those dishes and shut your hole/

Forget about looking outside at the rise of the death toll !

Anger

Another day goes by
Depression sets in 
No one knows or even cares
I sit alone at a table 
Where my friends used to be
They were the cause of my problem
Nothing was a solution
When I get away
Ill start over
A brand new me

Im to ugly to see
My skin is to pale for it to tan
My eyes are a yucky blue
Like the sky when it rains
My hair is a yellow brown
Alittle shorter than what used to be

As I go through another day 
Depression sets in again
My friend has new friends
I’m no longer one
I’m alone 
The room shifts to a dark corner
Clasterphobic as I am 
I close my eyes and count to seven
What my mom taught me when she locked me in the closet back then
Count to seven and it will be gone
You’d think id learn by now 
It does not work

I am scared
A fear that something is there to get me
The walls get closer
The floor caves in
I fall into the basement
Another dark room
A fear of moving
A scream from my mouth goes silent
I wake up still in the small room 
I walk out

After a while depression sets in
The smell of blood lingers
Im bleeding out of my nose
All over the floor
I mop it up
I finally sit and listen to the music that made me
The music that everyone said was like a god
I think
My mind travels far away 
Then I go
I leave and ill never come back to this 
Messed up earth

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