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Young and Depressed
by Jessica Conley (Age: 18)
copyright 03-10-2003


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
These salty tears I seem to cry,
Are not the rain that falls from the sky.
In the deadly darkness of night,
Comes the pale dawn of the morning light.

The flame that burns deep down in my heart,
Jumps from the light and into the dark.
There's nothing else I need to know,
I'll end it all with a single blow.

I hate the times I've had in life,
I'll slash it all with a sharp edged knife.
There's no where else I need to be,
There's nothing else I need to see.

There's so many things that need to be said,
But pretty soon I'll be dead.
I've gone so deep into the dark,
Nothing can save me, not even an angel's harp.

My eyes are filled with so much sorrow,
I don't want to go on to tomorrow.
There's nothing that will stop the pain,
There's nothing that will stop the pouring rain.

My life has been such a torment to me,
I feel as if I have broken wings.
My dearest dreams turn into a nightmare,
My heart burns up into a flare.

There's nothing left for me to feel,
But sorrow and anguish in my heart.
All I want is someone who cares for me,
Or does'nt tear me needs apart.

Young and depressed is what I am,
I don't seem to lend a hand.
Not until I get what I deserve,
I'll always be pesimistic.

I hate the feeling called love,
It seems to be a curse from above.
If it's the thing that makes me untrue,
Then I get a heartache at the thought of you.


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03-11-2003 Walter Jones    

Beauty of word, knows no age, this is very good. Please continue to write...Walt


03-11-2003 Lyle Berry    

Such deep sadness in one so young... I pray that this is not reality but imagination...or something that has come and passed on. The poem is very expressive and powerful in emotions. I just hope that it is only a poem...


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