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Inside The Teenage Mind

A rant poem

Inside The Teenage Mind

I need help,no I’m okay
You know what just go away
I wanna ask for help
But it never comes out right
You have better things to deal with, but can you spare some time

It’s too much pressure, but it’s too late
That’s when I start to hyperventilate 
My heart is beating and my mind is screaming
‘Your so dumb, just come up with an excuse’
“You know I’m kinda tired, I think i’ll go to bed.Good night”
I thought leaving would appease the voice 
I did what he asked but I wasn’t really my choice

Your worried about me it’s not hard to tell
But I always tell you I’m doing well
Obviously that's a lie 
Welcome to the teenage mind

Have you ever contemplated suicide
Like some thing new grew inside
Asking you questions why
Why live
Why try
Why not just give up and die

It’s not like it came out of nowhere
It’s always been there deep inside
But recently it’s been harder to hide
This may not be every teenagers mind
But hell this is mine

Dear Lord will I go the Hell for killing myself
I don’t really wanna die but I don’t wanna live this life
And I know my future might be bright
But with this tunnel there's no way there's light.
If I keep on smiling will it be alright?
 

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