I’m not really good at it but here’s a few…
My eyes tearing,
My mouth whispering
My nose running
Tears are dripping.
My heart erupting,
My being disrupting.
What am I worth?
Shall I live or shall I die?
Does it really pay to stay
All my life to cry?
When it will stop?
When will it end?
I am so alone,
Nobody to defend.
I look up to you Hashem,
I daven every day
Oh how much longer can I stay?!
I cannot handle anymore,
I am totally numb
Everyone thinks im a freak
And totally dumb
I am normal like You
I was once born too
I have a neshama
That Hashem blew.
So why do you snob me?
Tear me apart,
Do you realize the impact
Of your words on my heart?
My day is tearful,
I wake up fearful
Is the school also mine?
G.O. president,
Miss popular and all
Your pretty and skinny
And just a bit tall
Shadchanim and parents
Are all so shallow
When will they realize
That their view is so narrow?
Girls are suffering
Because of you
Do you want it on your chesbon
That too?
My world is falling apart
With nobody here to stand by me,
My hopeless broken heart,
When will someone set me free?
I stand here all alone
Isolated and enclosed
To others I am a stone
Standing still and posed
Suffering so intensely
Would appreciate so immensely,
With no escape route in sight
As I stand paralyzed with freight.
…and I never finished it…
The world has turned against me,
my face is unknown
forgotten in the hussle,
I’m all alone.
drowning in misery,
I daven every day,
seemingly unanswered,
causes my emunah to sway.
I want to hide so badly,
bury myself under covers,
even then I can’t escape,
around me sadness hovers.
The pain is so intense,
the wounds are oh so deep,
I can’t even recover,
that mountain’s way too steep.
When I’m finally noticed,
I’m treated like dust,
everyone betrays me,
I have nobody to trust.
I sit here at my desk,
no friends at my side,
this part is the most painful,
I have no friends though I’ve tried.
So the next time you walk by me,
and act just like a snob,
I’m not stupid in the least bit,
though of my dignity you rob.
I’m suffering so greatly,
its called clinical depression,
everyone else’s lives are blissful,
the complain when there’s slight tension.
with flames all engulfing me,
my only escape to die,
I know that at my funeral,
there won’t be a teary eye.
each and every day,
is just such a struggle,
choosing between death
or being thrown into trouble.
why is there a stigma,
on those who are in pain?
Hashem please don’t allow,
our tears and tfillos be in vain.
I’ve got no talent for writing,
i just want you all to know,
I’m 100% normal,
although I’m everybody’s foe.
so ywn please allow me
to express some of my sorrow,
I may get treated differently,
I’ll find out tomorrow.