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 hope you know I don’t make promises without the intention of keeping them
But I don’t know if you saw the promise and you don’t want it anyways.
I hope you know I did want to help you, but there are thousands who can do it better and are worth far more than I will ever be.
I just figured out you didn’t want me sooner. Neglecting this category isn’t because I don’t think you’re still worth saving
Or whatever
It’s because I’m not.
There’s only two left until I have cut out all the people who I pretended wanted me when they don’t.
It was just easier to stop making a fool of myself with you.
I hope you can get back up and stand on a stage again.
I won’t be there, that I know is a wanted promise.
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Trying to believe that something good was coming, it was coming any second.
You get what you need.
You don’t get what you want.
I thought it was true,
But it was never true.
You don’t get what you need, they watch and judge you and kick you out and leave you with nothing and continue to watch
If I could truly get what I need, what I need now that I have nothing left
I wouldn’t have to wake up anymore.
But here I am.
I woke up in hell again.
Everything is the same.
I want to go to sleep.
I wish I could close my eyes and sleep.
That’s what I wanted.
Tried to make it go away but it’s here every day
And the sentence for expressing is the pressing continuing silence and solitude.
Never feel.
I learned to never trust face to face how to feel with anyone they will
Spit it back at you as the cruelty you already saved for yourself.
I don’t want to be ignored
But it’s all I get.
So, if all I get is ignored
And you get what you need,
I know what I need,
But I can’t find a way out.
I dreamt I was in the forest,
Away from the places I could be found.
I dreamt of someone who wanted to talk to me,
But that same person doesn’t exist.
They all want something when I open my eyes.
I don’t want anything but connection,
But they cut me out, I’m just a loser when I open my eyes,
And if you get what you need,
I just need some time to give everyone what they want.
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I couldn’t do it I tried so hard
I tried every day it was like setting it backwards before
I was searching for a reason to live and I thought I had found them and I felt like my heart was new and there was a reason and I
Selfishly desperately need a reason
I desperately tried to find a reason
The days
And the silence as I told myself reasons but they grew into lies as I tried to keep them together
They were supposed to be reasons to live.
The flip came when it wasn’t looking for reasons to live it was looking for reasons not to die
It started small, it screamed as it fought and left scars on my leg
But I still didn’t notice when it flipped and it doesn’t matter because
I still couldn’t find any.
Half on half off and it’s not like I’m not trying I’m trying like a student tried everything
I got burned as the reasons to live never became reasons not to die
I tried to out run it but it screamed and there were new scars on my arms.
And as the walls closed in smaller
And the hole grew
And the vultures grew closer and
Crying and screaming and pouting don’t work
Yelling at the ocean didn’t work
I looked everywhere for the reason
The reason to or not to
You see,
Do you see?
I ended that play,
Throw back,
But wait, back in reality
I still don’t have a reason
And I’ve run out of places to look.
The only thing I ever needed
Was a reason for why I had to do all of it
And I never found it.
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It’s the one that winds and the corners where you get lost in the shadows it’s filling with water
Slowly
Filling
There’s no floor to root to or a place to hide it grows deeper and every corner is a corner that I can’t get out of
Hand on the wall but it reshapes
Arrows pointed at the drowning flower.
So here in this place.
A silent queen who watches with disinterest. I cannot meet the eye, if I did I would break.
The wisher the dreamer the one who holds flame.
And the wild creature who flies under the guise of one when it’s freedom underneath the entire mound of dirt
The one who will always be there even when I will never trust the silence
At the bottom
With the monster.
Like a collection of nothing at the bottom staring at the top.
Two unnamed somethings
One nothing
One lie
And one monster.
I know well enough there is no one beside me at the bottom.
I’m alone in the dark maze of a mountain range that goes on for miles and I don’t know where I fell from
Empathy from the bottom reaching upwards and hoping to find empathy
Finding none
The growth was nothing in the face of the void that was met.
Dependability doesn’t mean anything on the bottom
There is no one to rely on, there is no one to trust
It’s all a nightmare,
It’s all my failure.
I look up the next
Is nothing but a solitary trek through the ice and cold, the trees are the only companion I will still be alone
There is only loss. There is only despair.
Any sense of success is merely a reminder of the failure that preceded.
Patience led to nothing. Patience means more silence.
Recovery.
Alone.
I will never recover these should all be reversed there is nothing
I am at the end and I tried to climb but it never mattered
Next all there can be is more silence and moving on will never overshadow the failure behind me
I will never overcome it.
Someone better would do a better job.
The wise stand at the top of the hill with arrows in their backs
The rich get richer as they own entire human lives.
At the very top?
Failure to communicate.
After all,
All I am is a failure who can’t communicate.
I’m at the bottom and I’ll never get back up from here.
I don’t want to do it alone again.
I’d beg but ugly faces begging just makes them uglier.
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It could have been something beautiful something the world had never seen and I wanted it more than anything
If only it had worked.
And now the silence starts to whisper the truth of the silence.
It’s not your problem.
And you’d rather I died anyways.
No I understand. It’s not your problem and you wouldn’t be affected if I was gone.
It’s not your problem and I may as well let go if all I have to live for is a data file
A data file with words from some complete stranger who would never see me anyhow
Your silence has said it all.
It’s not your problem
And it never will be.
If I could find a way to do what you want,
If I could give you what you want without involving anyone else
I would.
I’m just waiting.
I’m sorry you have to put up with me until then.
I’m just waiting.
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I just want someone who can care about me who I can care about too
Who I can reach out to who can reach out to me
I just need to see words and hear words because it gets harder to read when all the voices inside say are
We hate you
You should hate yourself
You shouldn’t be allowed to be
When believing the ones that said otherwise
Lead to us being alone.
I just want someone who can see the mess I’m in and say
Yes, that’s a terrible mess,
Who can understand how I got here and why I got here or can understand what happened when
Two entirely conflicting thoughts hit each other and explode into fragments and they are lost between the spinning void
That’s the moment when I can’t remember or if I try to hear those words that say I’m worth it and I should have been heard I
Am afraid that believing I should be heard will make the hole bigger.
It just grows bigger.
The one thing that kept coming up and I know it was fear that asked the question but I never knew why the answer
And now you sit back and grin as if you’ve won some prize, but I’m still here.
I look again, you’ve disappeared behind the clouds and my ears ring like too many sounds in the complete
Silence
Of the electricity that I hear.
You did like I did when I didn’t and the only plausible answer is that someone changed the rules and made it
Get to
Instead of
Meet
And I wonder how many rules get broken by the judge when one who stands can’t be seen to be fit to give a testimony
Or if it’s all just one big literal nightmare.
Cars honking in the distance.
I want someone who could be with me doing something when the night creeps in and all you can think about is how many times you failed
Screaming like the blood beneath your skin as it boils and something screams in the night
Who could stand beside me when the only war I can fight is in myself with myself every day
It says something in the distance
And I want to hear anything else or have someone to hold on to
There was a man with a brown suit,
He is old.
I don’t know why and it fades in and out as I struggle to try to leave as quickly as I can without someone ever being involved unless they wanted to be
Somewhere where it’s daytime and it’s warmer than here.
I don’t know where I am anymore, or what I want to do or how I could ever get there
But if I had someone who could see the worst and realise it’s nothing compared to the best of me
Who tried to show me what that best me was instead of kicking when I’m down
This mountain I stand at the bottom of wouldn’t look so tall.
I don’t know how to get back up
If everything I had wasn’t good enough for someone