You know the feeling as much as I
This wretched nothing in my mind.
To think you're dead and being alive
To hope somebody else would decide
On which side should we exist now.
You fought it again and achieved nothing
Trying to beat it like it is something.
Gave it a face and brought it to life
To rip its throat out and break its heart.
You aimed to kill it
So you'd be free
You didn't make it
There's no one here.
So you gave up on getting better
You made yourself worse
Thinking it matters.
Whether you're hurting
Or you are sad
It's better than minding
And going mad.
Now you are winner and you are clever
Knowing The sadness will last forever.
It can't be burried,just reasoned to stay
No higher power will pray it away.
At least you are feeling, who cares if it's pain
Congratulations, you're human again.
That's what you wanted, or is it not?
Being like others, blend in the crowd.
This world is messed up,you end up cut
Smiling at people who used the knife.
Hating the monster that looks like you
Hoping it's dealt with, you're not that pure.
People have lost their self respect,
Envious of that which no one has.
Seeing the best in those around us,
Failing to realise the good you've got.
We are not perfect, but still worth living.
You're helping others as you are breathing,
Making them accept they can be loved,
Showing them things they learned to hide.
Carry on fighting and do your best,
Because someday they'll give it back.
Until the moment you remain happy
Just keep on climbing the rope of life.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Diary
PoetryPoems I write on the run, when serotonin gets low and life's not working.