well as wierd as it is, i write depressing poems. its wierd cuz i am not like a depressed person.. its like i cant write poems without them being depressing/sad/wierd. lol... but dont take them the wrong way! anyways.. here are some of my poems for ya to read even though they probably suck but oh well.

This Is The Last Song
Some people have no idea what its like to die.
What it's like to live each day always asking why.
I may look tough, and cold as stone.
But with one touch I shatter into pieces.
With one wrong move I'm all in tears.
With one reason that haunts me over the years.
He said I was useless, just there because there was nothing else to me,
But he was wrong about what he said.
He only saw a child crying,
But never the child inside that was dying.
Sometimes I cry my self at sleep at night,
Always wondering what life was really like.
I have truely spent my time on this earth, I am done now.
I've spent to much time grieving for something that is long gone.
But I want you to know this,
It was never your fault.
For this crime I commit,
Was all for your enjoyment.
I hope I've broughten a smile across your face,
And I hope you have forgotten me, the empty space.
I'm leaving this world I've lived in for so long,
this is truely the last song.

your gonna cry when you read this. and it really means alot that you realize, that this is for everyone who has had to say goodbye.

And He Said Goodbye

He stared down at the ground, crying deep inside.
He thought of all the good things, and all the things he had tried ot hide.

He looked upon his sister, who's smiles had all faded.
He had tried to help her, but she had sedated.

He had been there since she was a child, white fire in her eyes.
But yet he looked away from her, and slowely started to cry.

He looked back upon fond memories, as they played her favorite song.
He woke up to reality and realized, she would never be able to sing along.

Born a bastard child, she slowely disappeared.
Lost in a world of drugs, and a world of boys and beer.

And now he cried, for she he had held dear.
Wondering why she had never told him, of her greatest fear.

He nelt by the grave, asking for a sign.
Something he could keep of her, through out the sands of time.

Looking down at the hard cold earth, he thought upon the days.
Where happiness and joy, seemed to appear in everyway.

He used to believe, that everything would be okay.
He never had expect, to have to face this day.

They had laughed together, and shared their tears.
Shared their thoughts and jokes, through out the many years.

But now that was all over, as the sun slowely disappeared.
He tried to swallow his pride, and stop all of his tears.

But when he thought of her, he felt a guilt no one could see.
How he had always been there, but never heard her plee.

She had disappeared, into a world of hate.
And here he had found her, trying to escape.

Best friends they were, and so much more.
She had kept one thing from him, that he would now findout her secret from before.

She couldnt tell him now, not face to face.
But she left him all their memories, hoping they wouldn't be replaced.

He stood up and saw a slip of paper, falling from the sky.
He knew it was from her, her way of saying goodbye.

Carefully unfolding it, this is what it read.
"Dear Brother, do not cry for I am dead.

Do not weep over my grave, as the days pass you by.
For with the memories that you keep, I shall never die.

There are things, we both never got to say.
But I want you to always remember, this day.

Remember the words, that we spoke on the phone.
Remember all the times we spent together, and the days we spent alone.

You were my best friend, and best friends never die.
But please, my brother, do not cry.

Please for me, do not cry.
For with you ever day, I am by your side.

Though I am dead now, I want you just to know.
That you were a great friend, but an even better bro."

He folded up the paper, and looked up to the sky.
And slowely saw his sister, waving him goodbye.

I Am
No one can help me now.
I am lost within the darkness.
I am blind and cannot see.
I am chained to my pain and sorrow.
I am scared of everything and tomorrow.
I am afraid of living and asking for help.
I am afraid that I am cursed to burn in hell.
I am afraid to ask for help.
I am afraid people may see.
So let me ask this, can you help me?

I am the shadows in the night.
I am the nightmares that give you fright.
I am the sorrow within your heart.
I am the pain that tears you apart.
I am the one friend who's been there till the end.
I am the knife you pick up again and again.
I am the blood running down your skin.
I am the secrets within the sin.
I am the things you dream of.
I am the things you scream of.
I am the one thing you life for.
I am the one person whos been there before.
I am the reflection in the mirror.
I am the saddness that brings you tears.
I am.

GHOST

Give up the ghost Hour by hour. Minute by minute. Let time suck away. Suck. Suck. Slurp.

Pull from within deep inside. Don't let go and don't give up. Hold on for eternity. Force of Life.

Hello? Is there anyone out there?

I'm trapped.

This is my winterless wonderland. It's cold out here. Let me come back.

Trapped.

Is it dark out there? Is it warm in there? Is there room for me?

Questions unanswered and time forgot. Soul ripping me apart.

See my eyes? Window to my soul? You see what?

Mirror Mirror on the wall...

Escaping. Breaking free. Keep it from me, I have no need for it here.

Lock it up safe and throw away the key.

Let me in. Please...

I can't hide it no more. Can't keep it inside. It's breaking out; tearing my skin apart.

Please...

It hurts. It's cold. It's sacred but worthless. Empty and stark.

I'll be giving up the ghost. The ghost inside me. It's angry and dark and...

Help!

I can't give up my ghost it's what made me. Where will I go, who will I be?

Empty and cold. It's gone from me. The shutters are drawn to the chasm within.

Gave up my ghost and you stole it from me.

Speak

You called me a monster,
you called me a friend.
You gave me hopes and dreams,
but you gave up in the end.

I cant feel my body,
I cant see my soul,
but where my heart once was,
there is a hole.

They say it's psychotic depression,
they say that it's never going to go away.
But with one small drink,
I can feel my body float away.

You can drink your sorrows,
you can drink your pain.
But theres one thing you cant make go away,
the fact that your insane.

I refuse to be called crazy,
I refuse to be classified as a freak.
I will gather my courage one day,
and I will speak.

You hear these voices,
you hear the words they speak.
You try to ignore their commands,
but you are weak.

Lay your head down upon the pillow,
close your eyes and drift into sleep.
Tomorrow I promise you,
the pain will not be so deep.

One empty bottle is all thats left,
but we continue to walk with our minds in a dream.
And in the morning when the light shines in,
we will wake and scream our pain for the world to hear.

There are monsters in the closet,
there is smoke in the air,
there is blood on the floor,
but you dont seem to care.

The mind is a fragile thing,
it can be bent to either side.
Somethings I wanted to tell you,
and somethings I wanted to try and hide.