#depressingpoem

[kayleightye1996]

Childhood Ghost

I grew up in the pain of my terrifying, abuse riddled childhood

I live everyday within the memories of all the things that went horribly bad

I used substances and quickly spiraled downwards into drug addiction

Wanting to be numb, and not reminded of the love i badly craved but never had

I’m 21 and still cry every day from all my pain

I couldn’t even explain why i hold onto it so tightly, why i can’t let it go

But everyday I drop to my knees, begging for things not to get bad again

I’m 21 and i’m still so fucking afraid

Afraid of the world, a fear drilled into me by my mother, when i was just a little kid

Hiding from the shadows that nightime always seems to bring

Trying to make myself look just as my monsters did

K.W

[curlymetthecurvy]

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And called it "Chops" Because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen

-Perks of Being a Wallflower

[writtenbyclaire]

And although she loved the sun, she wanted to be different. You see, the sun wakes up every morning, but she wished she could sleep forever.

[mini-racine]

Siblings

I am nothing but a shadow Created by my sibling in front of me As my brother is the shadow behind me It's only me and you now Walking together alone in the dark We've been abandoned by being who we are, wearing no mask But yet were not that alone if we have each other She's only gone for this moment Inhaling the toxic smoke of being a follower Exhaling the need to be popular to those around her, we can all smell the smoke Hard to watch someone who was born to be our bestfriend Breaking our will a thousand times Now We don't belong here And of course You don't care