Nothing

weee

And for a long time that s all I wanted ,those two seconds of nothingness
Those feelings where everything but nothing matters
Where is never a pleasure but it s an empty cry,no tears,no noises,no pain...
Just starring at the ceiling in the dark ,no thoughts but overthinking everything about everyone, but everyone is myself
And when I think about myself ,I think about,maybe if I was skinnier?,prettier?,smarter?
Maybe then they ll love me, the people around,my parents,my reflexion...
And beauty comes from the inside but when the inside is broken and rotten in an endless darkness, where is it supposed to come from
The moon can t shine for me,but maybe it will shine for you,or for her,she s pretty,she deserves love
That s what they say,not the people,but the voices,that are not even voices,I m just making my problems up
Cause it s not important is it,that s what I always tell my self...others have it worse
But I could never hate myself,I just hate the way I laugh,smile,my legs,my chest,how my hair falls out from stress,but I could never hate myself right?
So when happy becomes empty what do you do? What do I do...cause I never got any good advice but I learned that maybe that s how it s supposed to be
Because she s pretty,she deserves it all, but I do deserve nothing in the end cause I ll never be her,not even for myself...

  • Author: weee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2022 07:45
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 14
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  • L. B. Mek

    at least your shedding your anxiety's in this ink
    you weave with, grasp it
    tight
    let it guide you
    out of that darkness
    we all know, and now
    write about
    after surviving
    why not, You
    be a survivor, like
    the rest of us
    come, join
    free yourself of restraint
    empty your pain
    in-to
    these poetic words you paint
    and maybe, someday
    it will be you, writing
    these kinda of words
    encouraging someone, to break free
    and reach for the hope
    that awaits
    once they realise, all that strife
    is nothing new
    nothing improbable, as an obstacle
    to overcome
    it just new, to them..
    but we're here
    to share ourselves
    to show them
    there's nothing about escaping, those tailor made
    hell holes, in life;
    it all begins, when we choose
    to Fight
    and say No, I am
    No victim
    I am, yet
    to be defined
    I will: Survive...!



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