Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • Not knowing anymore where to go the times just tumble past

    Weeds growing

    And there is no place which could heal the pain of try

    Of again and again and again

    The words hit like sharp barbs that tear at flesh still raw

    Love always goes

    Goes and goes

    All it ever does it leave and leave wanting

    Always look at what others have always see others’ enjoying

    Love is always out of reach never in

    Why bother continuing in the nothing but why even bother at all

    Why not just lie on the ground and give in and never move again

    Never speak again

    Never eat again

    Never do

    Anything again

    I wish I could.

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  • Why are you narrating me as if you’re me?

    I ask the intrusive thought that sounds ands resembles Cecil.

    Well someone has to.

    Intrusive thoughts are intrusive.

    As the name suggests

    I wish they’d give it a rest I’m so tired my head aches from how inside it I am

    Like there’s a blackness around me so deep so gone so empty

    Can’t get away from myself

    Oh

    Hell

    I can’t escape this nightmare of voices that just berate me and hate me because I hate me and they hate my so I make sure I know they hate me

    By making sure I know what they think of me

    There’s just nothing worth living for.

    Nothing.

    It’s just not worth it.

    Every moment is painful or sad and the moments that aren’t are gone and are eclipsed by the colossal size of the pain

    It’s not worth it

    Every day behind me screams to me

    Why are we still here?

    And every day before lies dead and alone and walking but never seen never known never finding home

    And in the dream it’s getting dark but I don’t like this part either because I know

    Because she knows she has to get up tomorrow

    And it’s just not worth it.

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  • There’s no point

    Standing here I moved to go back to playing the same game I’ve been playing alone for days

    In between prescribed daily activities

    But there’s no point

    The day will end I will be alone tomorrow will come I have to get up then anything that happens between then and now

    There’s just

    There’s no point

    In staring at another screen

    I’m just standing in space unmoving staring

    There’s no point I’m not enjoying myself I’m just killing time

    There’s no point I could just sit on the floor and stare into space for six hours and then go to sleep

    It would accomplish the same thing

    I’d still be alone here

    In silence

    Trying not to feel or do anything just waiting for the day it ends

    Just waiting

    Going out won’t make me feel any better it’s just me with different scenery

    The location of being alone with myself will not change

    There’s nothing here

    I’m bored and lonely

    But I’ve been bored and lonely since January so I’ll live right?

    And I won’t remember it so who cares about the moments that slip out and hurt so much I can’t breathe but I do even though

    There’s no fucking point

    Another night of nothing

    My one thing got up and left so I’m left with silence in my brain

    Left

    No one to help me keep the demons off

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  • It is I who is the walking dead not alive this is not alive

    Shuffling through life just trying to find a moment that will be remembered

    That never comes

    Walking silent through the life unwanted

    I said completely unwanted

    But I just don’t die

    And I don’t like what’s happening outside myself

    Sucking the world’s body dry

    Of life

    It feels like someone told me to shut up

    I was imagining giving up having to write anymore if only someone came along

    I’d give it up

    None of it matters anymore

    None of it really matters I’m beyond try try again

    I’m beyond try try try

    I’m beyond

    I AM FUCKING TRYING

    I’m beyond

    Taking another shot

    Losing to win another day

    Beyond

    Beyond ever wanting to trust myself which I’ve broken and destroyed and torn and cut and sewn back together only to cut again

    And again

    With anyone because I won’t be myself

    Ever again

    If I have to show them

    The state I’m in

    Well it’s over and done with anyways

    On to the rest of these

    Longer than days

    So much longer

    Than days

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  • Snip snip snipping

    Standing in the mirror cutting away the hair just incase there’s a way to make my face less his face more my own

    I consider shaving my head

    No one would notice

    The mirror whispers

    Why is everything you do a cry for help?

    Writing, hair cutting, talking,

    Everything.

    Why don’t you just say what you need

    You do know what you need don’t you?

    You’re human just say what you need

    You don’t know what you need.

    It used to be okay

    It’s not anymore you’re a grown adult; tell people what you need stop hinting that you need help and

    I blink in the mirror

    It says such cruel things with all the optimism of a glass wall

    With a foil back

    To make it reflect

    It doesn’t know what happens when you ask for what you need

    It’s better to forget

    Needing anything

    And snip

    Away

    The similarities

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  • I have nothing left to hold on to

    He let go and I just watch as I try

    Try to make my arms move but it’s cold

    Cold and I drift

    Falling beneath the waves I barely notice the water

    Filling inhaling

    There’s nothing to hold on to

    There’s nothing to stop me from sinking

    Falling slowly down but it never ends it just goes

    Deeper

    Deeper

    Deeper

    When my head was above water I wanted to help others find the surface as well but I

    Stopped being able to tread in my own head I’m falling deeper into this

    Whatever it is

    I still wish I was dead

    But what’s the point I’m already in pain why should have have to go through more to die

    Either way I will feel the pain through life itself or the knife

    I may as well just wait for it

    As the moments fade away into nothing

    As my life fades away into nothing

    And my mind doesn’t bother to remember the daily existence of nothing

    Hours days weeks months

    A year

    And then years and then decades and then maybe

    Maybe finally when I’ve been forced to exist as nothing with nothing and nothing to make it worth any of it

    Maybe finally my body will have mercy on me

    And I won’t have to hurt anymore

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