Hi I'm Jamie and I'm 27.
If I had a gun I'd send me to heaven.
I Wake up for work, yet again late.
I look in the mirror and see self hate.
All life's about is stress and depression.
Fed up of feeling all this aggression.
Feel all alone inside my head.
Feeling down and useless, wishing I was dead.
Everyday I put on a fake face.
But inside my own head I feel a disgrace.
I knew who I was once before.
cant pick myself back up of the floor.
Feeling down there's nothing worse.
I am living with a horrible curse.
Living my life everyday.
Unable to talk And nothing to say.
I can't look after the ones I should.
But everyday I wish I could.
Because all life's about is stress and depression.
just wishing I'd be sent up into the sky's of heaven.
Because I'm Jamie and I'm 27
Inside my head I suffer depression.
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Author:
Jamie4chaz (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem when I was in a dark place. When I felt the lowest in my life, suffering from depression and having suicide thoughts.\r\nWriting this poem was a start to my way out.
- Category: Sad
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