We live in a society where it is easier to kill ourselves than to live in it.
I know, we've all said it, but it doesn't change.
Why? Why isn't it? It's actually getting worse.
More people are suffering from anxiety, depression, eating disorders and the lot.
What are we coming to in this pity of a world?
Everybody hates themselves, nobody is truly happy.
Nobody knows the true definition of "happiness".
Is this really what we call a society?
Nowadays, we're all scared to raise our voice and speak our opinions out. And even if we do, it's even worse; we're said to be crazy and mental, we're called lunatics, we're laughed at, but deep down, everybody feels the same way.Why do you laugh then? Because you're too scared to be judged too if you agree?
I do not care anymore. Yes, I am going insane. My insecurities are eating me away. I hate myself, I hate every bit of myself. I am empty. I cry myself to sleep every night.
I gave up.
I feel horrible.We are told that we are perfect just the way we are, then why in heaven are we judged for every single thing we do?
We are called worthless and idiotic if we do something wrong.
People punch and shove expectations into our mind as soon as we're born, and then ask us why we hate ourselves.
This is not right.
When will this get better? Will it ever?
Maybe you will get through this "phase" as they call it, but won't you feel insecure and bad about yourself on another topic?
This is a never ending cycle.
The vicious cycle of life.Birth. Eat. Learn. Sleep. Repeat till death.
What is the meaning behind it all?
I am sorry.
I am not okay.
I am not as beautiful as your expectations want me to be.
I am not as smart as you want me to be.
I am not as strong as you want me to be.
I am not as joyful as I pretended to be.
I am sorry.
This has been repressed for too long.Please stop this fucked up messed of a life that we are living everyday.
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My Rants
PoetryThis book. Rants turned into poems. My thoughts, my insecurities, my stories. Vomits of words when I am too full of thoughts to keep it in. Might be relatable and merely interesting, that's for you to find out. Might be depressing (most probably...