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Depression is a choice, my dear, And happiness the same You choose this illness, don’t you? What a tragic little game. Depression is an option, love Just get up out of bed Take your tears and worries And just smile now instead. Depression is a choice, you see, And so is suicide. Just sit back, kick your feet up, dear Enjoy this perfect ride. Get over your own standards Of what everyone should be. Just smile for once, and maybe You’ll be living perfectly. ... But... Depression is an illness That we feel so deep within. Why would anybody choose To write poetry on their skin? Unless there lies a reason, dear, I would not choo

Don't expect from others to take care of you if you don't Take Care Of Yourself.

Why does the hatred reign supreme?

Atop my desk A doughnut lies In perfect solitude Away from the flies This poem may seem futile Even terrible to a point But I write it anyway For this whole doughnutty joint It could've been maple or cinnamon Maybe jelly or honey But I chose chocolate Isin't that kinda funny? It's small, simple and round Not much to say But this doughnut is unlucky As it will meet it's fate, today So I write this poem While staring at this sugary chow This waiting is excruciating I think I'll eat it now.

         The lightning was flashing and the rain was pouring way down in the valley tonight. There was a timber-wolf in the shadows with a red glow in it's eyes and teeth gleaming brightly in the moonlight. There was evil in the air, thunder in the sky, a killer-pony on the blood-stained, dirt path and down in a nearby ditch, there was a dead, young filly, who was beginning to decay in the heat of the hot, summer night.         Pinkie Pie happily bounced along the path, her saddlebag full of cupcakes, both chocolate and yellow cake. She was on her way from Sugar Cube Corner back to Twilight's Kingdom where her and her friends would be havin

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I had never seen such fury in his eyes Never so angry in a body What it had once been my father was enraged I saw tears in the eyes of my mother And her eyes a deep sadness I could feel his soul which seems to be ashamed of his own son I never wanted to make anyone look like Just want to be happy Happy my way I do not understand why it They are now just want to forget this inconvenient truth Today would rather believe a lie sweeter And I'm still here, I can still remember that night I still remember those eyes Still I remember the feelings I had I did not want it that way It still hurts a lot to have the soul chained The truth is cruel,

    My name is Leah.  I’m sixteen, and I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life:    On March 3 of 2014, I lost my virginity to my boyfriend of five days.  I was fifteen.  Now, I know what you’re thinking: I was way too young, and it happened way too fast.  I couldn’t agree more.      When I was in 8th grade, I took a creative writing course at school.  One day, the assignment was to write a list 50 things that we would never do.  On it, somewhere in the middle, I had written that I would never have sex before I was married.  That’s what my parents taught me: that a ring was the secret to deep and meaningful se