I cannot seem to feel,
Life is bland and unreal,
But in an instant,
Something,
Anything,
Anyone,
Can make me feel,
The weight of the world.Is suddenly on my shoulders,
As any little thing can cause me to snap, to break into a thousand shattered pieces.
It feels like I'm nothing but a piece of glass, moving throughout existence.Because even though I know that people are cruel,
I still look for signs of love in those who don't give any.
Those who gave love have turned to stone,
They couldn't bear the pain and hurt of this world.
So even with this knowledge,
I still cannot fathom in my heart that the world has lost every aspect of kindness, every aspect of love.I know that people are evil,
For I have witnessed this far too many times.
But yet I still find the time to try,
The time to cry and weep when things go wrong, even though I knew deep down it would happen all along.
There is no hope, nor is there any love.
Only hatred, and fear.That is what consists of us today.
There is not one day that passes by where a single person chooses to help someone struggling alone.
I feel that only a rare few do.
And those who do don't do it for long, they end up losing all their kindness, losing all their energy to love.And sadly, who could blame them.
Showing affection is dangerous in this day and age,
It's so easy to be hurt, but not physically.
Emotionally.
That is a far greater pain than any broken bone.
Is feeling the heart sink and the pressure building up in your throat.Everyone is born a lover,
And everyone turns out to be a monster by the end of their days.
It's inevitable,
Something we ourselves created.Yet, despite all this being something normal now.
I still feel the pain of Lady Earth.
Her heart aching each day.
Those other mortal beings not having a clue in the universe, that the ground they stand on is only temporary.Because at the rate we as a human race are going.
We won't be here that much longer,
It won't be long before we come to meet our demise.
And when we do.I'll die
But unlike the rest who are hysterically crying.
I will die
Smiling.
Because after all the pain and suffering that I've felt. This pain would be the last I'd ever feel.
And if I had to feel one small shock of physical pain,
For a lifetime of peace.So be it.
That would be better than witnessing the horrors of the world we created.
No more pain,
No more fighting,
No more wars,
And most of all.
No more emotions.
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Poems
PoetryThese are just some works of poetry. Nothing special something I feel like everyone can relate too. Especially people with BPD because most of these are about mental health