Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Spend all day giving discounts to people that don’t annoy me
I’d like someone to give me a discount on life
Make it a little easier
My depression kept me awake all night
Because, of course, as soon as I recognise it it becomes me
And I don’t want to do anything
Can’t think of a single thing that I want to do
Alone
Forcing myself to kinesiology because
Even if it’s a paid for interaction
It’s something
Weeks go by so quickly
And so slowly
Time wasted drip, drip, dripping away
I am trapped inside the hourglass
I thought someone was on the outside
No one is on the outside
I feel I will die here in this cage
And no one will notice for weeks
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There is a me in my soul that is just screaming
I was once told I threw a fit every time I didn’t get what I wanted
I want to know where my fit for being disabled and poor is
This life so far from what I wanted
And my stepdad is posting pictures of them by the fire and calling it living
My mum just sent me a passive, “I’m sorry honey!”
When I said I spent about 16 hours awake the last two days and I’m depressed because I have nothing to do and my brain gets tired of things so quickly
Why can’t I live?
Do you know how much I want to just leave?
Walk out into the forest and just die there
At least I’d be where I want to be
Somewhere out there in the woods living in a little cabin
If I have to be alone forever why can’t it be where I want to be?
And not here trapped beneath a cop whose bastardiness grows with each spin around the Sun?
If I have to be alone why couldn’t it be somewhere where I’m not surrounded by people who are living much better lives than me?
I can hear some event going on somewhere
People enjoying
I want to enjoy
Why can’t I enjoy?
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It’s true
Silence was betrayal long ago
To treat someone like they don’t exist
And they live around me telling me all about their lives
But I exist in this silence
That I fill with talking to myself
Because if I didn’t then I’d get a sore throat at work
But 99% of what I say disappears into the air
Into nothing
Into no one’s ears
This silence
This betrayal by everyone to see that I have needs that aren’t being filled
The same silence they turn on unhoused people
That
If we ignore it long enough maybe they’ll go away silence
Oh I know this silence well
Don’t I?
Life feels like a betrayal
Like every second that isn’t filled with someone for me to love is another
I will never have the life I wanted
It’s gone, dead
But can’t I have something?
I don’t know how much time I have left can’t this silence end?
Please?
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I wonder when I’ll stop writing you things you don’t want
Thought
I’m going to write him a birthday poem
Thought
No I’m not it’s not like he’ll read it
Or any of the other ones I wrote
I suppose gifts are supposed to be returnable
Something you can send back if you don’t like it
I suppose that’s where I failed
I highly doubt I’m the only one to thrust poetry in his face
Happy birthday to you
Soonish
I don’t know why I bother you are already having a better life in general than I am
You’re obviously going to have a happier birthday than I did or will or any other collection of words that means your life is better than mine
Guitars and stuff
It’s not like you have to go without food to afford your presents to yourself
In fact I bet people actually give you presents
So why?
Me?
Birthdays are complicated
Mine are anyways
You’ve got parents to think about
I’ve got the ever present oppression of being alone all the time and never being able to escape it for more than a moment
I wish you were poor and disabled and unknown like me so maybe then on the same level we could meet somewhere
Why do I even want to
This person who has pointedly ignored me for over 7 years
So then why am I here?
I came this far
On a wish that never came true
On a mission I never accomplished
Just to say hello
How I wanted hello
I don’t know why I’m here
Sol guide me, he doesn’t want anything to do with me
I thought that was my purpose
I can’t take this pointless life anymore
I can’t take it
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The world doesn’t revolve around me
I hear this a lot when I say I’m non-binary
So why does it revolve around anyone else?
Why does anyone else get a say on my life on who I am
Because the world doesn’t revolve around me
But I am experiencing my universe through my spirits, my eyes
And I’m saying this is what I’ve found out about me
Not about you
Not about anyone else
Things to do with me are 100% my say
And there may be others saying the same thing but at the end of the day I am asking for base level face to face respect, for me
I don’t care about any number of so called militant trans people “obsessed with pronouns” you ran into
And sometimes having a nail slowly hammered into you head makes you a bit crazy
Imagine you see yourself a way
And literally no one else sees you that way
It’s maddening
It’s maddening that someone who I don’t know thinks they know me better than I do
Not my skeleton (but thanks for fantasising about me being dead)
Not my DNA
Btw if you really wanted things done by DNA
Mozart wouldn’t have been allowed to be a pianist
But me
Like me
I know me best
I’m annoying as fuck but I still deserve to be seen as me
Just like everyone else.
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The raven caws thrice
Sitting in him
I’m still thinking of the other
I’d go back to you
If there was a back to go to
Tell me why he seeps in?
And if I’d just close my eyes and relax I’d feel great
Sol shining down upon me
Don’t miss me
Hah
Miss you is all I do
Time has more than flown
And you’re thoughtless
Unless you’re lying
Whatever
There’s nothing to miss right?
It’s not like I miss your blah blah
The right song for the moment
I don’t drink anymore though
Clearly it’s a different story now anyways
Singing back what’s been sung back over and over
I do miss your face
And so far I haven’t been able to get past it
And when I thought someone had come along to finally make me forget you
It’s the anniversaryish
Of my ex trying to smother me
I wish I could stop
Who the hell are you?
Why is my mind doing this to me?