Cryssi Lawliet (11-14-97 / Minato-Ku, Tokyo Japan)
A Short Life
(Written June 5 2013)
My brain is shot from feelings that are repressed. People wonder why I'm so depressed. I don't like the bull shit he's put me through. He makes me feel like I am less of a person since I left him. He's made my life MORE of a Hell. 'Love is a drug in the suicide club, As we grow stronger our voices grow louder' I can't go on like this. Every feeling I've had in the past two months, have been completely repressed. I'm doing the best I fucking can. Believe in me when I'm gone? We all fall down but nobody cares to pick me up. Why am I still here if all i get is pain and misery? Why does everybody hurt me? 'When I am gone you gotta keep a smile on, Good-bye my friends, just celebrate the times we spent' I feel like I'm losing all my hopes and dreams. We all die. Believe in what you make. When you're down, I will pick you up, but when I'M down will you care enough to help?
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