Voices oh so loud and never stopping.
The feeling of drowning but I can still breathe. Can't I?
Being pulled deeper and deeper into the dark.
I'm losing my breath.
Can't I breathe?
I thought you said I could.
But my head is exploding & the voices are getting louder.
But we were all tricked.
Tricked by hallucinations
Images of everyone around us.
Of people living, breathing, smiling.
I could pretend with them, maybe?
Maybe, nobody is truly happy.
Why can't it just end?
Why can't everything just stop!
I'm tired of this, I can't take it!
"I'm done."
But then, what's the point of all this?
What's the point of being here,
living and breathing and thriving?
What's the point of love and happiness and the feeling of butterflies in my stomach that just won't ever go away when I'm with her?
Her, what's the point if knowing
I love her when we'll never be anything more than sisters.
Sisters who love Starbucks & sleep in the same twin bed. even when we know that we could use the pullout.
Sisters who say I love you, without her knowing that one of us actually means it.
So again,
what's the point of love that will never be returned,
or a smile that will never last.
What's the point of living when we all die eventually or feeling things we never tell?
What's the point if we all die trying to get it right?
What's the point?
YOU ARE READING
What's the point
PoetryThis is a poem that I've had saved on my phone for a while but never finished, and then I kinda forgot it existed. I found it the other day and finished. So here it is. I wrote it years ago... Warnings: suicidal thoughts, it's very gay so don't re...
