Era

Jal

You know I am there, no need to deny it
Without me I leave you empty, I leave you sick
Creation lies beneath my continuous stare
I am your hate
I am your love
I am your devotion
I am that of which your fears are made of
I am your dopamine
I am your bone
I am your essence
I am what makes you tired and alone

We share this vessel, you know, so smile a little
It'll make the finale all the more better
And remember when our curtain casts its last shadow
I am your pride
I am your sorrow
I am your success
I am the end of all your tomorrow's
I am your lust
I am your friend
I am your wants
I am the beginning of your end

I am your urges
I am your depression
I am your thoughts
I am the truth in every single reflection
I am your skin
I am your breath
I am your future
I am the means of your death

I am you

  • Author: Jal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2023 21:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: I feel like I have become more comfortable with expressing some of my most troubled thoughts in words. Speaking of them, however, hoo baby that's a no no. That's a Herculean task that I always fail at. Maybe in time things will become easier on the talking front, yeah? Look, I am going to be real, I struggle with my own mental health problems. That's no surprise if you follow my account or have read any of my previous poems. Depression is a bitch, and my own self-worth/esteem isn't the best. It sucks. It really does. But I am trying to do better for myself, yknow? I am trying to find my own worth in a sea of emotions. Occasionally, however, the thought drifts across my mind. What value do I truly bring? What is my absolute worth? I fail to find alot of value, if any, most times. So the question leads to this - Do I continue to find value and reason, no matter the cost, or do I begin to accept and sink towards a path of no repair, to an end with no rewinds, no more decisions, no more life? Do I really deserve that? The thought was once a cold, terrifying idea. Now, it's become worn, familiar, clear. Of course, these are all just really dark, repressed thoughts. Moments of incredible lows. I don't wish to hurt myself. I can't hurt myself. I can't bring myself to disappoint and tear apart those I love. They don't deserve that. I can, however, choose to acknowledge and, even in a way, accept my flaws and my problems. To hopefully better myself with these realizations. To forge a new, brighter, warmer future for myself. All storms come to pass, yeah? Mine just seems to be more difficult than standard. Until next time, my friends. 🤘
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