One of my poems

[Kariah]

My life swirls around me,
A galaxy of suffering,
Hope dances around,
But I’m never given,
What my soul requires.
Why? Why me?
What have I done wrong?
It’s always the same!
I am an endless sorrow,
Depression in its physical form,
I can’t get away from this madness,
I want to be held.
I have no worth to the creatures,
Not a glance I receive,
To them I am filth,
The lowest of the low,
They don’t know me yet they judge,
People who know me run from my pain,
For pain is my salvation,
It’s the game of death,
Yet I still play!
I want the answers,
I want the truth,
Why do people walk away or attack?
I always end up hurt!

[StockholmSyndrome]

That's very good. It might be despairing, but it's very good. The world needs despairing stuff.

A bit angsty, but I like it.

[Kariah]

Yay to angsty, lol. Yeh I wrote it when I was depressed.

[Kariah]

Wow, it's got to have been two years since I wrote that now.