Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I gave up hope
Of ever finding my people
On this planet it seems everyone has their flock but me
So far from where I wanted to be now
If only someone was out there for me
But holding out hope
Just meant every day was filled with heartbreak
Waiting for nothing
How nothing scares me
It’s better to be alone and aware it’s just how it is
Than be alone searching
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My mum uses the hug emoji to dismiss me
Oh you’re having a hard time?
Well I’m done talking about it π€
Like that emoji feels like
Shut the fuck up
To me
Can’t afford my heart medication?
π€
Feeling depressed?
π€
End of the conversation
I wish I could be someone’s first priority
Or even second to themselves
I wish someone could help me
Can’t afford to make my heart work properly but at least I have an emoji
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I saw this meme that said
Your pain is just as valid as anyone else’s
But I know that can’t be true
If my pain was valid then it would be taken seriously
And no one takes it seriously
Maybe that’s not true
But it isn’t valid enough to the people that matter
If it truly was valid wouldn’t I be able to live without so many daily things getting in the way?
No I think no one’s pain is valid to this world
Maybe to individuals
Maybe
Some and definitely not all
I wish this was a place that validated pain
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It’s spam at this point
Same old
Ah well I don’t live off his face anymore
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I’m liking the idea of continuing out of spite
It’s not like the Canadian government wants me to keep living π€·
Yup there’s an emoji
I’d like to see something other than trying to get money
Both from myself and everyone else
What a tired place to be
I don’t mean to repeat myself it’s just the only thing on my mind
And apparently everyone else’s
Let’s just scrap it.
Do something else instead
I’m not an expert I don’t know what the something else is
I’m just certain this tired dance is awful for everyone except, say, a couple thousand people
Out of billions
How did anyone think our planet had a passing grade for poverty?
Yikes
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There’s nothing quite like the sound of
You’re not broken your body just hates you and we can’t help you
To make a 7 hour stint in Emergency just
Hit all the buttons of hell in a bottle for me
I’m so used to hearing it at this point that I just go along with it
What else can I do?
I miss a simple world where my body didn’t break down like an old vehicle
I only got to enjoy this body for a decade before it completely betrayed me
I read of Queen Anne
And her many medical problems
Must be nice to have all the money but none of the medical advances of today to help
A squeeze of time rather than money
If I had the ability to take care of myself
Would life be so painful?
If I could have one wish?
I’d selfishly make this world better for me
But it would benefit millions
I wonder what it would be like to live comfortably?
One more sunset
Would they be as brilliant?
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I seem to have lost the ability to learn song lyrics
Selectively
Though how my mind selects I will never know
Maybe I will know someday
Maybe they don’t have the same feeling?
Weren’t sung with the same emotion?
Curious, my mind
Someone should probably study it
While I’m alive, not after, they don’t know enough about brains yet to know them dead
Anyways I’m off to the hospital
Apparently I can only put it off for so long