Do you ever feel useless?
As if the world weighs more
Than you thought it ever could?
Do you ever feel forgotten?
As if the world once knew
Your name, yet they don't care
To keep it close?
Do you ever feel so alone?
As if your body and mind
Are not a part of the bigger
Picture and your purpose isn't
So purposeful?
I feel as if my ashes will
Blow away and never be
Thought of again.
I feel as if I will never
Mark this world or be remembered
For anything that matters.
I feel like a piece of paper.
My thoughts, my anxiety, and
My doubt are the fire that
Brings my desolation.
And my ashes blow away,
Forever lost and forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
