I apologize for how long this one is. This was written about 2-3 years ago I think, and it's one of my originals. I was going through an emo ish phase in life around this point, and I wanted to shout my frustrations out all the time. This is one such case.

I woke up this morning
I saw the torrential rain
And I looked at my left arm
My personal symbol of pain

I questioned getting
Up at all that day
And the way things went
I prolly shoulda stayed

I went out to the rain
And got soaked to the bone
And I heard all the others
Whine and p*** and moan

Crying over the wetness
Of that torrid rain
Not thinking one moment
For other people's pain

So we got to the school
And then it got worse
I ran into a poor girl
Who had lost her purse

She said there was nothing important
In that little bag
But it cost fifty dollars
She was acting like a hag

I met more people
Complaining about their day
It was 8 in the morning
They shoulda had no say

At this very time
I started having those doubts
I'm getting awful tired
Of these one sided bouts

Little past 10 in the morning
I lost all control of my mind
I lost my reliance in my abilities
It's something hard to find

So I sat and waited
And thought
About what I was to do
And this is the thought I caught

I won't quit.

I kept thinking harder
And then things got tough
There was no doubt in my mind
That things would get rough

So I braced myself for impact
And get ready to lose face
And the very least
I'd like to save some grace

So as I walked down the halway
And looked at the solemn eyes
They were down and droopy
I cared because of our ties

So I sat and waited
Then I wondered
Does everyone else feel like me?
This is what I pondered

I see tons of people
Desperately searching for love
Skipping over the beauty
In nature, plants, and doves

All running off
Trying to force emotion
Trying to gain falsity
And instead getting demotion

Pushed down
Slipped up
Never
Giving up
Knocked down
Beat up
but I'm still never
Giving up
Pushed aside
Trodded on
But I'm still
Not gonna give up.

Sounds... depressing...

On a side note, since when has piss become a bad word?

the_casualty :

Well... piss isn't bad, but I don't want to have the language police on me because I used it. Best to be safe.

As for depressing...

"I apologize for how long this one is. This was written about 2-3 years ago I think, and it's one of my originals. I was going through an emo ish phase in life around this point, and I wanted to shout my frustrations out all the time. This is one such case"

You were warned.

My feelings was like that 8 months ago. Guess I was in a emo-ish phrase back then! (Never noticed, really :p)

I can tell it's one of your originals, because the way you spoke was just different. 
Although, for the poem's kind, it's really good. 'I'm never going to give up' is one of my thoughts while struggling with school and family. 
It works, heh.