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Do you ever get the feeling,
Of existentialism?
I do,
And it's driven me insane since 2006.
Yes, I get nervous.
Yes, I get nostalgic.
Yes, I get scared.
No, I have not felt that surreal, genuine thing yet.
Not what you thought,
Much different.
Don't feel sorry,
Come over and help me. Unlike the others I told.
Unless you've been through what I've been in,
Don't you dare call me selfish,
Don't you dare make me feel ashamed.
You have no business with me.
Don't tell me,
You got it worse than me.
I'm sorry bout' that but,
I need help now.
I can't speak to them,
I get a little bit nervous but I will crumble in humility.
I can't go out,
It's too hard, I'm too shy for no apparent reason.
Just be here for me,
Direct me to a new door.
Free this sword in my back,
And wash me in your warm bath.
I just want to sleep sometimes,
Long enough,
So that,
I may never wake up again, like every night.
I dislike your reckoning.
Ain't nothing much to me.
Look through this glass jar all you want,
You'll find nothing with your superficial glare.
I hate sitting in this white room,
Wanting to break the walls down,
With sledgehammers,
I finally received.
My soul is suspended in thin air, with strings ready to be cut off.
My heart is stuck in black tar.
My mind is still in repetition.
My life in a continuous rotation like a record.
I just want one thing,
Out of this miserable world.
Please listen to me,
Make me happy.
Of existentialism?
I do,
And it's driven me insane since 2006.
Yes, I get nervous.
Yes, I get nostalgic.
Yes, I get scared.
No, I have not felt that surreal, genuine thing yet.
Not what you thought,
Much different.
Don't feel sorry,
Come over and help me. Unlike the others I told.
Unless you've been through what I've been in,
Don't you dare call me selfish,
Don't you dare make me feel ashamed.
You have no business with me.
Don't tell me,
You got it worse than me.
I'm sorry bout' that but,
I need help now.
I can't speak to them,
I get a little bit nervous but I will crumble in humility.
I can't go out,
It's too hard, I'm too shy for no apparent reason.
Just be here for me,
Direct me to a new door.
Free this sword in my back,
And wash me in your warm bath.
I just want to sleep sometimes,
Long enough,
So that,
I may never wake up again, like every night.
I dislike your reckoning.
Ain't nothing much to me.
Look through this glass jar all you want,
You'll find nothing with your superficial glare.
I hate sitting in this white room,
Wanting to break the walls down,
With sledgehammers,
I finally received.
My soul is suspended in thin air, with strings ready to be cut off.
My heart is stuck in black tar.
My mind is still in repetition.
My life in a continuous rotation like a record.
I just want one thing,
Out of this miserable world.
Please listen to me,
Make me happy.
Literature
Unable to feel
Joy
Pain
Fear
I can't even
Feel them
Anymore
This damn
Numbness
Is overcoming
My being
And I am
As good as
Dead...
Literature
I Wasn't Supposed To Be Worth It.
Was it worth it?
Trading the taste of cinnamon on your lips
To smell like cigarettes and a painful hangover.
Was life so cruel to your perfectly skewed smile,
That you had to swallow a bottle of brandy
Every night at 9 pm
To hear yourself laugh again?
How could I have not noticed
The tremor in your right hand
Every time you held a pen?
Was I so blind for the love you had for me to see
That my love was destroying you?
'I am yours.' You whispered when you still had Petrichor surrounding you.
I inhaled your scent like oxygen,
All the while I suffocated you like sulfur.
You gave me your heart on a plate,
And I was the last pill that took you
Literature
Stop Hurting, Please
Let me take your burdens upon my own back.
Remove your pack filled with pain
And let it instead stain my face.
Wrap your arms around me in an embrace and watch your emotion
Wash over me like an ocean-leaving me raw
So that the pain that I saw is no longer yours.
Instead it pours down like a stream,
Down my throat where it becomes a scream that goes unheard
So that your pain remains curbed inside me.
I, too, hurt, though I don’t wish you to see so instead I bleed
On paper so that the seed sown doesn’t sprout quite so painfully.
When you smile it fills me wonderfully and I don’t feel quite so ground
By the sounds of sor
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Something I wrote during Spring Break a few weeks ago...
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Well written. I understand