I just want to be real,
Want to know how to feel,
Want to feel I can see,
Want to feel I can be.
I don't like feeling fake,
Sick of not feeling awake,
Sick of not getting any rest,
Sick of not knowing what's best.
I hate to dissociate,
Instead I dissipate;
Instead I should disappear
Instead of being even remotely here.
I don't want to get high,
I just want to die,
I just want to feel alive,
I just want to survive.
I hate that this is all just in my head,
That my thoughts would rather me dead;
That I don't have the energy,
That I'm no longer me.
I just want to be real,
I'm dying to feel
Something, just anything,
Something more than just a sting.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoesiaI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
