I dont cut myself anymore,
Doesnt make me any less of an "attention seeking whore"
I still cant cope with the cruciation of being ignored.
So I've found a new way to express my pain.
Maybe youll hear me now
Instead of allowing YOUR fear of MY unknown
Be your vindication for casting me out.
When im screaming for you to recognize my existence,
By threatening it very essence,
believe me i know life is precious,
But its not me that needs to learn this lesson.
Life IS precious !
And if u werent so selfish you would see,
You make no effort to notice someone
begging,
pleading,
bleeding
and on their knees
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
"Fucking notice me!"
But all you see is another problem,
Another glitch in your perfect program of life,
You analytically eliminate me with the press of a button,
Send me to a doctor and take away the knife.
In your emotionless world,
depression is a sickness
Your biggest fear is youll catch it if you touch me
What if its contagious?
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Author:
Aysha (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2017 00:17
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
'In your emotionless world,
depression is a sickness
Your biggest fear is youll catch it if you touch me
What if its contagious?'
I love your ending! Summarises the entire poem perfectly and puts a very real, thought provoking but under looked spin on depression in the modern world.
Thank you . I appreciate that you see that.
Excuse my language but fuck yes!! I can so bloody relate to this.
'You analytically eliminate me with the press of a button,
Send me to a doctor and take away the knife.'
Thank you for giving a voice to my thoughts.
You're welcome
Thank you so much
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