"free verse"
Despondency-
The state of despair, hopelessness and discouragement,
But, why must we believe things will not become better,
Why do these thoughts imbue our intellectual capabilities?
You perceive that you're confined into a state of mind of dejection,
Perhaps, we must look at the brighter side, like they say,
Well, how come no matter how hard, how tremendously you attempt to detect the positive things,
You still stare at the ceiling till 6 AM; not even having the motivation to close your eyes,
These pessimistic ideas conquer you, that's why,
You must rid your head of these thoughts,
Realize that time will heal,
Giving up is the equivalent to failure.
Euthanasia-
A step after despondency,
Fueled by the negative notions,
Not even able to consent to happiness because it's false,
How could you have gotten to this point,
Pleading with a gun and trigger to assist you with your death,
You've submitted to complete disconsolateness,
You've lost your desire to keep pushing through.
So, why don't you let yourself pull the trigger,
Embrace the excruciating pain for 5 seconds,
Before you collapse limp.
Shutting yourself off permanently from the world.
I mean, aren't you and death joined at the hip,
Always feeling that it's with you,
You could count to one million a thousand times.
Before you ultimately resort to being non-existent.
Recovery-
Now, let's say you took the other route,
The route that'll aid you,
Encourage you to keep thriving.
Everyone dies but it is a fact that not everyone lives,
I've noticed that many times, us humans, feel like a zero,
You may not exactly know what your purpose is,
Just know you're here for a reason.
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Sadness Hotel | Uncompleted
PoetryEnjoy your stay! note: not all these entries are about myself, some are written in the perspective of someone else.
