because i only have myself
to put may faith in to,
the others do not understand,
the others just like you.
we all have problems -
shit we have to solve,
but mine are never ceasing,
like a kaleidoscope they evolve.
can't my life just stop,
for one blissful day?
with no expectations,
and no one to obey?
stop the endless cycle,
the maelstrom in my chest,
i don't want to live this way,
i don't want to be depressed.
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when i read you i get to talk to you. i get to see what's really going on, not just the "HI", "How's stuff going?" I hate feeling awkward and not knowing what to say when I see you. I want to be able to hang out and talk... so instead i come here and read you and your thoughts. to see what's in your head. your words stay with me and whether you know it or not i'm affected when your unhappy. i hate feeling helpless...
This poem is not so much for me as it is for many other people.
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