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I'm sad as hell, but I wrote... in DJ Khaled voice: another one. I used a website to find rhymes, but most of it was still my thinking, the site was only to spark some ideas. Without further ado, here it is and if you wanna check out my first one, you can do so by checking my other posts. I put in more effort to get them rhymes and clever lyrics and even a little reference.
================================================ Feeling hopeless and stuck within the abyss of my mind I need someone, a witness I pine for, someone that’s kind That I can find the time and place to tell them I’m fine When they ask how I’m doing from the outside viewing The fuse within is starting to light up, that’s why I started to write up Some rhymes that I can’t spit, some gripes that I can’t pick Or rather grievances, starts with the same two letters Wish I had someone to check in like newsletters Like weekly, because lately I’m been moving and living all weakly Meekly, bleakly, sleepily, almost creepily Whatever word that describes a somber state, parents think it’s wrong to state And stay in that state, and be in that state, but somehow, there’s no way that it could possibly be them that made me this way When a child is outgoing and hard-working, it’s good parenting But if they’re shy and depressed, it’s not bad parenting but It’s the child’s fault for not studying and socializing? If that ain’t the biggest baiting and switching that parents be pulling, then I can’t tell ya what is, but I digress, ‘cause it’s time I profess Remember earlier when I said that I needed a witness? Well I have one now, her name is Wendy she’s friendly, and weekly like a newsletter we check in and talk together, but only for about an hour so I have to scour to talk ‘cause time zones are a ****** We’re 14 hours apart but in this friendship, we’re both playing a part She has depression too, and way worse than mine, it’s why I try to be there for her as much as I can get by We have a lot in common, both teens, introverts, depressed, emotions repressed, so I sat in the room as the moon shone in gloom, Met her in a chat room, her username was Crystal, first time I saw her I decided to chat with her and kindle a friendship with this non-pistol She said she was 13, a girl, dad is verbally abusive and often loses his cool, and a “loser” at school But the truth is she is none of the things that she’s been told and taught by the people that are s’posed to bring Happiness, encouragement, but they chose to oppose her instead, can’t understand why it’s inbred in their character These sh*ts said ***** to make her dread and shed tears and spread pain on her skin to shed red tears I was a little scared but cared, so I tread lightly and got her to share her Facebook so we talked nightly, It was unnerving ‘cause she’s the first girl I’m actually trying to make friends with I didn’t have the wherewith to make meaningful talk at first But from the birth of this friendship I wanted her trust, so I offered to forward her a picture of myself to prove That I was really the self that I claimed to be, and not some adult preying on a child creepily, and maliciously She was understandably creeped out and told me that it better not picture my member, I laughed and swore it wasn’t and I sent her the pic It was from one and a half years ago, and I couldn’t smile for ***** but she okay’ed it and the torch was lit She was nice, and I could tell she was genuine, I thought this was a better place to talk than the place that I met her in We talked about general things, mostly our lives, our interests, etcetera Then we talked about our depression sitting in our viscera, it was deep seated Every time we greeted, I asked how she was doing, and her me With my depression following me around like Hermes, just talking and viewing her stories helped me, and the days I spent made it worth the wait for someone like her to come in pulling her weight It seemed strange at the time, but I cared then and now, even if we only talk online and I hadn’t seen her face that time because she’s worth the space in my mind Even if my mood’s shape shifts like Jake, it’s still Adventure Time in my brain except it isn’t the same because my mind is like a dull meadow While Finn’s is like a lively forest so it ain’t in the same vein, More like an artery ‘cause it’s hard to be hard to please, for me any compliment is flattering, but an insult is badgering But back to the topic, I’ll be honest that beyond this, I didn’t have ***** going for me It’s almost torturous see, that I have depression, and I be stressin’ And Wendy befriended me and actually sees that I have issues, so I reciprocated Through talking, my despondence abated, and I felt somewhat comfortable for the first time in a long while, so I smiled a little, it was that simple It’s slow but we’re building it up, making it work, making the most of its perks ‘cause that’s what gives it its worth Even with all the crap I get from the people who gave birth to me, I used to be hopeless, but maybe I do have some semblance of hope for this earth. Last edited by 15anddepressed; Jun 06, 2019 at 03:50 AM.. Reason: Censored swear words |
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