Hope Elizabeth

I ORIGINALLY WROTE THIS POEM IN 5TH GRADE AS A JOURNAL ENTRY. IT IS REVISED AND ALSO WHEN I WROTE THIS, I REALLY DID FEEL THIS WAY. THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WHO ARE SUICIDAL\DEPRESSED. DEPRESSION IS not SOMETHING ANYONE SHOULD TAKE LIGHTLY. FEEL BETTER SOON.

Anger at the world…anger at the world
Nobody but me understands me
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The silence of the street
The airless atmosphere
The onset of a spray of light
Marks the completion of the previous night
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Sometimes I want to scream
I want to be set free
I used to cry out and yell
So my problems would fall
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A girl sits on the street edge crying
A boy weeping in pain because he knows he's dying
The silent hero is left to ponder
If what he's doing a big enough wonder
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He says, she says
I know you
He says, she says
Sky is blue
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I was shot four times
Bullet hit my spine
Mind went blank, 'Heaven please wait'
I fought so hard, I didn't want to die
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Life is hard for me, living especially
Blood shed street after street
People survive with thugs, guns, and knives
Wanna get somewhere, but ain't goin nowhere
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She closes her eyes
Wanting to escape
This God-awful fate that was destined for her
The place she lives in, the air she inhales
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Perception-do you see me?
I don't think you do
It's so easy to fake through everything that you think I want to do
Rationalization-does it make sense?
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It burns
It stays
It never goes away
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To Whomever This May Conern (and this concerns every able body) :

Do you care?
Do you not hear my sister crying?
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The tears I cry are not for you
The tears I cry are for me and only me
The tears I cry are always blue
The tears that I won't let you, so you cannot see
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I regret the day I started to like you
It was 3 years ago
’07 to be exact but the memories never fade
There’s been lots of days that I’ve forgotten all about you
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Lost in this world, crazy dreams
Everyone's depending on me
I'm so afraid, the sea's far ahead
The mountain's too hard to climb
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How can I make everything I want to say come out the right way?
How come everything I write is so cliché, so boring?
Will I ever find a way to overcome this?
This seemingly impossible mountain high block?
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Dear God,
Help me believe
Help me see through the doubt
That frequently clouds my head
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You said you would protect me
You told me you would guide me
You hurt me by lying to me
And now I’m crying
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5 years ago my mom died
And I didn’t even cry
I was happy that she was dead
No more dark, painful thoughts
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If I could go back in time
I would've done things a little differently
Maybe pour my heart out
Give you someone to listen to
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