i love the pain, i love depression
the thing we get oftenly possessioned
it makes you strong, it makes you even
at least that's how it's written
the eternity has passed
but it's still in you, at last
you used to hate it, you used to cry
that's why it wanted you to die
but now, you want to be its lover
you accept it, as your own
the part of you, that wants to live
will greet it humbly, so it's fused, with it
get called lazy, get called wimp
they have never, ever thought it's real
stay with me, i got obsessed
you're with me, but not the rest
it's gonna be with you forever
i mean, this single life
would you choose this path, again?
of course you would, that's how you play
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Author:
Tututerok (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: forced romanticization; doing whatever with no reasoning no matter what i do romanticization, acceptance incomprehension, indifference, someone victim blaming, downplaying, making fun of realization, loving my ways
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Excellent.
The negative adaptive response changed to a positive stimulus.
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