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Loneliness
I wish it was raining
Because I hate every beautiful day
Everyone's playing outside
Having fun
Enjoying the weather
I hate it
I hate beautiful days
I hate being in a good mood
Just to pretend that everything's okay
I hate
All those fake smiles
All those people pretending to be alright
People being happy
Because I know
That I can't
It's not that I think they're not worth it
But knowing deep inside
That I'll never be like this
That I can't be like this at all
Makes my heart feel like a stone
Lying in my chest
Protesting to beat
It makes me wonder
Are there others?
Just feeling like me?
Just like me?
Alone?
I wish it was raining
Because I hate every beautiful day
Everyone's playing outside
Having fun
Enjoying the weather
I hate it
I hate beautiful days
I hate being in a good mood
Just to pretend that everything's okay
I hate
All those fake smiles
All those people pretending to be alright
People being happy
Because I know
That I can't
It's not that I think they're not worth it
But knowing deep inside
That I'll never be like this
That I can't be like this at all
Makes my heart feel like a stone
Lying in my chest
Protesting to beat
It makes me wonder
Are there others?
Just feeling like me?
Just like me?
Alone?
Literature
cold apartment
sitting
alone with no one but my own
warm my hands with the heat of my breath but to no avail
looking at the screen of my laptop
my fingers numb
and cold to the touch
as always
goosebumps run down my spine
like something or someone is watching
the horrid creature that follows me is...
my inner voice
just telling me stupid things like
why do you insist on writing about the cold
nobody will accept this anyways
nobody will read it nor even see it
amazing how your mind wanders
when you feel like ice
starving as always
isn't new to me
every time i eat it just nausiates me
and i let it be
i just let me starve
until I.S tel
Literature
'Solitude'
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
solitude...
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
Literature
Depression,what is depression?
Depression,what is depression?Its a ball in chain on your neck and throat as you walk-talk-breath and wake,that moves with you like the shadow that you see and feel,like the sounds you hear,day and night,from dusk till dawn.Depression,what is depression?Its a constant state of truth and dare,of wanting more but getting less,its the cloud filled with the sorrow of childrens tears,shattering souls thats made of steel.Depression,what is depression?Its the end of dreams and the start of none,the dark void inside thats never filled,its the soul that never found oneself.Depression,what is depression?
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The picture is by bramLeech
I thought this really suits the poem ^^
Thank you bramLeech ♥
I listened to 'Hate Every Beautiful Day' - Sugarcult while writing this
I had a down.
Really.
Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to write this.
Maybe not as good as my other poems.
But I hope you like it anyway.
I thought this really suits the poem ^^
Thank you bramLeech ♥
I listened to 'Hate Every Beautiful Day' - Sugarcult while writing this
I had a down.
Really.
Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to write this.
Maybe not as good as my other poems.
But I hope you like it anyway.
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that's beautiful I get what your saying so well .