Dzisiaj

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Today;

I am..

                        confused?

                                                    ...today I have

lost my way,

                            I think.

I sit here writing dumb poetry that sounds vaguely Tumblresque and for

what?

I post these

silly lines filled with

angst and

emotional shit

for nameless, faceless people that I have never met

nor will I ever.

Do I want validation?

Do I want a fucking pat on the back like,

"Good job, mate!

You wrote about something that literally millions of other people have already covered

much more eloquently then you

ever could.

You have depression? Congratulations! So does everyone else."

Did I expect my writing to

set me free?

Did I expect it to replace the urge to

rip the wings off the pale grey butterfly that sits where my heart should?

Did I expect it to provide the hand I so desperately need to grab on to?

Because I'm drowning. I'm very far down in the ocean and I'm

Alone.

It's dark here and I'm

Scared.

I'm scared I'm scared I'm

so very scared.

I can't hear anything.

I can't move.

It's cold.

I'm afraid I've lost my way.

I am incredibly sad and I do not know how to find my way back to

being happy.

This is not a poem.

Poems flow and

are beautiful but

this is all ugly and screaming and writhing.

This is blood and guts on

paper.

This is a hand written

autopsy.

I think I would like to sleep because sleep

walks

hand and hand with death.

But as I stand on the edge of

oblivion,

hands clutching empty air and

desperation dripping off my skin I

start to tip,

Life

jerks me back by the hair

Kicking and screaming.

Why is it so taboo to try and give back a gift I never asked for in

the first place?

I don't know why I'm such a

slut for poetry.

I don't know why I share such pathetic,

                                                                      generic,

                                                              rambling,

                                                                     unoriginal

thoughts.

I suppose, maybe,

I'm clumsily asking if anyone feels the same way?

I know I can't be the only one at the bottom of this

ocean of black.

I can't see you

but theoretically I know

some of you must be there?

I don't expect to ever exist without feeling so

lost.

But perhaps I could find someone to be lost with.

Someone who doesn't try and

save me

but

cries at the unfairness of it all

with me.

I guess,

that's all I've ever wanted.

To know if others feel just as misplaced in a world

that is not their own.


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