Depression is like the black
of a midnight sky,
Like the sond of a bullet
Being shot to kill.
Black is like the scent of rain,
falling and soaking up the dirt,
Like the touch of dead animal skin,
Laid on an old women's back,
Like the bitter taste of toxic fluids,
Shoved down your throat.
...Do you think thats disturbing...cuz my stupid teacher does...she sent he poem and a note to my parents saying to talk to me about it...before i even read the note i was asking my friends what they think she wrote in it...(i already knew it was something to do with my poem) and they said probally she said something about me being goth...and im like screaming at them im not goth...no one seems to understnd who i am!!!!...i hate it...now my parents are gonna give me this whole lame talk about the poem...all that gay shit...omg...its just a poem i wrote cause i thought it sounded good...im not gonna like fucking kill myself or anything...
Please read this and tell me if you think the poem is disturbing...Please im me my sn is xxFireAtWillxxx...i need someone to talk to...im like bursting out in tears ritte now cause no one seems to understand!!!



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.......There is somthing seriously wrong here
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[Alex]isonfire<3
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We are like soldiers marching through life only to die, and our body is but a bivouac for our mind and soul.
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A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel.
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