I feel dissatisfied
My brain won't comprehend stuff
I feel like an empty void smushed into a teenage girls body
My muscles are sore
My bones hurt
I'm breaking out
I feel dissatisfied
I want sex
I want to feel and I feel like cutting myself will just make it worse
I want to sweat and convulse and scream with pleasure
I want to forget about all this pain and just feel the soft, sickly sweet grasp of fake love
I want to kiss his lips and ride him to freedom
This poem is very inappropriate
I've tried drugs
I've tried pain
It doesn't work
But through it
I've met friends
People who get me
Understand me
But still, can't fulfill me
I want to be rocked with pain and sharp pleasure
I want to be filled up so that I can't breath
I want to leave my body by becoming one with it
I'm just writing now
Words flow from my dissociated brain to someone else's fingertips
To someone else's world
I'm not here
I am in his bed
I'm not here
I want to be in his head
I want to know him, inside and out
I want to be with someone who understands me
Know someone beyond the extent of their personality
I want to read them like an open book and know them like my favorite movie
I want to be in their head and to know their every move
Our bodies and souls flow so smoothly together that nothing can surprise us
We seem so different
But feel so close
We are the same
Yet opposite
I want to become one with another
Seamlessly integrated through chain link fence
I want him
That's my rant I guess, everything that I want
I'm sinking within myself
I'm unfulfilled
I'm drowning
Everything getting farther away
I'm not here
My stomach churns but I don't control this body
I don't feel it
Or anything
Please help
I want to feel something
I want sex
I've made friends
And allies
And enemies
But in the end
I am here
My choices affect this universe or timeline in one way or another
That I can't help or change
So do with what you have
Do what you love, love what you do
Enjoy life as it goes
Make the best of everything
And love with everything
You have
Guess I did have something to rant about
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Sad Poetry from a Happy World
PoetryThis is a collection of my own poetry born from living a happy life in a sad world and a sad life in a happy one.