~Lavender Roots~

Dream land doesn't have it's own perks.

This world is filled with the cruelest of jerks.

Sultry lavender scents cloud the dead.

Depression is a phantom, haunting my head.

Razorblades and pills don't seem like an option for me.

I doubt the help, I just want the world to see.

My heart can't take all this pain.

The world is clouded by themselves being vain.

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The hate that they spat, the pain that they spew,

the things that I can't understand that they knew.

Do they even realize I'm the heart that they broke.

I'm not just some joke.

I don't say half the things that I dare.

I'm not your problem, so why do you care?

Why shouldn't everyone believe that what you say are lies?

Each day another part of me dies.

Author's Note

Depression. Everyone wants to deal with it right? Right?

Reviews

[Viki Rachel]

Wow I love the message you're trying to get across here, and the title was, of course, what initally drew me in.
I do have a few complaints, though--I'll be brutally honest. The flow is totally off. There's syllables that need to be cut off or added here or there, that would dramatically increase the beauty of a poem that has raw truth in the message.
The bones are shaped wonderfully on this poem; it's just the surface that's a little blemished.