I hear one speak of tears and sorrow. <br />I hear one speak of no tomorrow <br />You speak of crying while you fell. <br />You don't know what tears are until you've been to my side of hell. <br />You think your lives are so bad? <br />You think you know the meaning of sad? <br />Wait until there's nothing left for you. <br />Then you'll see what my hell will do. <br />Rip you apart from inside till out. <br />You'll want to die, without a doubt. <br />Brutally tearing your heart to wishes. <br />Awake at night, praying for those cold death kisses. <br />And when you know that I am right. <br />And you wake from your sleep at night. <br />Hearing my whispers from the windowsill. <br />Wanting, needing, to rabidly kill. <br />Feeling this blood around your bed. <br />My lifeless corpse dancing in your head. <br />I taste this blood, so divine. <br />And then I notice, this blood is still mine.<br /><br />Megan Lutz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meet-depresion/
