Bleeding alone, as my body rests on the surface of the sea. Looking down into infinity, eyes again wide with a blank stare so emptily. Loosing it all, as it all flows out of me.
I walked too far, didn't I?
I crossed the line.
I knew that it would all come to an end eventually.Life, such a precious thing.
No control whatsoever, where I chose pain over pleasure, forever.
Why did I do this?Purpose?
To suffer for others.
For my brothers and sisters who went not the wrong way, but no way.Difference?
To stand above others?
An example of life?
To try to live to death.Never finding purpose, where there is no true purpose in an infinite cycle. An infinite number of life has experienced death before me, and an infinite number of lives will experience death after me. I'm just another dot in infinitely.
Maybe it is impossible for myself to find any purpose in infinity.
Maybe the life of a human is truly meant to be lived selfishly.
What a sad thing, life can be.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...