>This is my poem intitled Days, I wrote this a while ago. Many teens go through depression, many of them cry out for help and are never heard, this poem is for them, to let them know they aren't the only ones with problems. It may seem like a sorrowful depressing suicide poem, but to me I think of it as an Anti-Suicide poem, Everytime I read it I know I can go on, because bad days may happen, but they will soon end and a new day will begin. Ok, I have described the poem enough, please enjoy and try to forget all the bad days, bad days happen, deal with it learn from it and get better, PEACE DP.:


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Days
dp 2000
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Days of life
Days of death
Days of happiness can't beat this stress
That I feel
When I live
Can't do much but take these pills
To kill the pain
So i won't half to hurt no more
I took a few
It changed my point of view
On how I look
At everyone
I went depressed
When I saw colors
I can't live with all this sorrow


The days were grim
When I thought
I could never be to thin
Never think i'll think that again
Its not enough when its to hard to swallow
Except for you when you half to borrow
Then it seems
Like ya got tons of friends
Til it's over then it ends
Then begins
The world where you pretend
Everything will be ok
When everything is not ok
.

Days I punched
Days I hit
Days I'd much rather just forget
Cause things
Can't get much worse
Sometimes depression creeps up
And I want to burst
Yeah it hurts
Although it won't stop
Feels like I should, but I'm not
Cause i'm not goin out like that.
Its not the way I wanna go.


Days I laughed
Days I whelped
Days I slept, but it still don't help.
Maybe I was meant to leave
That's what it points to
But still I can't believe,
That I was here,
To committee suicide
Cause I know right now,
That I really don't want to die
I really wanna stay alive
Why must people die
It just doesn't seem to right.
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Some days just seem to be same
Most days are always pretty lame
Why am I always filled with so much shame
No one but myself to blame cause I
Can chose my days just like anyone of you!
One day I can laugh
Then the next day i can be threw
Sometimes life seems to pass by
I just don't now why
I keep catchin up with it
Everything and all this shit
Sucks
I hate to think about things
Things that make hurt inside
I don't want to kill myself, but really i wanna die
Is there some way I can escape this LIFE.
Will you trade me lives,
So no one will half to die.


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