Drowning Lessons


I’ve felt like this for as long as I can remember 

I am hurting 

I am hurting so badly 

I want to wake up and look forward to the rest of the day 

What is my purpose? 

No really… 

Can you think of one that isn’t because of another person? 


I want to change 


  • Author: seekandestroy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2023 21:07
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 14


  • sophin

    Hello fellow poet! I couldn't help but be moved by your simple yet resonating words. I often feel similarly to you in this poem, with a desire to change hindered by a deep age-old exhaustion that simply comes from living. I do hope that you'll find light in between the moments. Perhaps it is not my place to say, I believe that a person has many different purposes to live, and it's alright if they are other people. And, if you feel comfortable enough, I believe that sharing your voice through your poems is a purpose for living too.

  • L. B. Mek

    forgive my opinionated words below
    I meant well, but feel free to ignore them
    if they're more toxic than helpful to you
    thanks for sharing, such a relatable read
    (what is your purpose?
    to simplify matters, may i suggest
    you alter that question to something like:
    'do i Need a purpose?'
    see, we need not seek
    those debilitatingly Big questions
    to find a foothold in life
    we need only ask (I feel)
    those more immediate, yet seemingly
    more miniscule questions
    'in this very moment
    what is it i need to do
    what is it i want to do
    how do i bridge the gap
    between, the two?'
    and then hopefully
    bridging a path, from one breath
    to the next, and eventually
    we may find enough room, to begin
    looking for patterns and chains
    that we can anchor ourselves to...
    a rhythm of life, paved upon
    something as simple
    as a morning routine
    just to pass from one moment
    to the next, if we feel like it
    just for ourselves, nothing more
    or less
    is ever required of us, from existence
    all that other bulshit we pile inside
    our draining backpacks of lament
    we accumulate, ourselves
    and ergo
    we're ever empowered and ready
    to Bravely, shrug our shoulders free
    and let that next step, feel
    that much lighter, to contemplate...)
    stay strong!
    and happy new year

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