I don't like existing;
I don't want to die,
But the feelings around me are much too grounding
And I'd much rather fly
Eating is something somewhat like a chore,
I swallow, a sickening feeling
That makes me disgustingly full.
When I'm empty of food
It's painful still
So I wonder if freedoms in vain,
Full or hungry, thirsty or not,
I feel all to much in me.
I'd rather exist in an untethered way,
Aloof and all disconnected.
A ghost that controls this poor body of mine,
But won't feel like that fleshy thing did.
I'm much too aware
Of the ground and the air,
My tears are too wet when I cry.
There's too much of it all
So I hate when I fall
To that troublesome body of mine.
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Ode to Life
PoesiaIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
