Poetry from a mended heart

Some people don't know how it feels, They don't know how it feels to awake every morning and all they can wonder is why they have even awoken. They don't know how it feels to pick up all their pieces and put them back together but still feel like they are broken. They don't know how it feels to get stuck with that state of darkness where their eyes can see but their heads are just pitch black. They don't know how it feels staying up late night crying without a reason. They don't know how it feels to write a depressive poem in the middle of the night with drops of tears on their hands. They don't know how it feels,                            They really don't know.                                                                ...

Like a sunflower in a sunny field, I smilled to everyone as if every face i met was my sun. I always followed you,     I slept where you slept,     And awakes when you awake. For i follow every move in the sky When your brilliant rays shine upon me,               You give me the confidence to bloom. And each time you disappear from thee, You fill me with the darkest bloom. You are the sun and i, your sunflower. I follow whenever you go.

Do you ever feel so worthless? Like you're helpless, wishing you'd be breathless. Do you ever wish you weren't born? Like no one wouldn't have a clue about your existence. Do you ever wish for the simple days of being young? Where laids didn't break your heart. Do you ever feel lonely? Like all you had was one person and that person was You. Do you ever get that feeling where you just can't carry on? Like you really can't remember reasons why you should. Do you ever wish you disappeared? Like you get rid of this merciless world. Do you ever get fed up of your life? Cause people and things appeared as a knife. Do you ever wish the pain would end? Like somehow the hurt would magically mend. Do you ever want to die? Like death would be your highest high. Do you ever think about your funeral? Like maybe people wouldn't mourn, like your death was endurable. Do you ever feel so worthless? Like everything about you was a mess, w...