Tied NooseTied noose around my neck.Tied Noose by TheMeTheyDontSee
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
Play This GameWhat to do when you can't flirt?Play This Game by TheMeTheyDontSee
Standing here kicking the dirt.
I pass a glance then look away.
What am I supposed to say?
Done this before and it was easy.
Just smile; say something cheesy.
This time there's so much rule.
I can't back out if I act a fool,
Because I'm stuck here next to you.
Please tell me what I can do.
You're still in love with another.
I don't know how to recover,
Especially when I'm the same.
I'll just have to play this game.
Safety PlaceThis is my safety place.Safety Place by TheMeTheyDontSee
You're not in this space.
Gonna try a treatment new.
See what the brain will do.
Side effects I want no more.
This search is such a chore.
Could be better, could be worse.
Am I stuck with this curse?
I'm trying to get away,
From how I feel everyday.
One-world GovernmentOne-world government won’t just appear.One-world Government by TheMeTheyDontSee
Cultural differences will always fear.
Wars waged over the smallest of things.
A union no one could ever bring.
Every single faith and every single race,
Together against a very different face.
People can only unite over hate for others.
Aliens we would first need to discover.
When the aliens come we’ll finally see,
Our differences will no longer be.
Christian, Muslim, Atheist and Jew,
Holding hands against an enemy new.
A president elected to lead the Earth.
One-world government comes to birth.
For once countries have their peace.
Until they or aliens are deceased.
|I'll give a run down on my life to help you better understand my poems. I have been diagnosed with Psychotic Depression and Anxiety Disorder and am recently getting help for it. I have had another person living in my head, Sam, for many years. I was recently broken up with and I'm having a lot of trouble getting over him. I have a lot of trouble connecting with people and I act like I'm close to them in order to get that companionship, but I don't really care for them. I have a best friend who I talk to about everything and am sleeping with. I'm also pursuing other sexual relationships. So that's what inspires my poems.|