Talk about motifs....
please, help me get out
I can't take it much longer
but you don't see me
I hate depression
I hate this loneliness more
nothing can end it
This is nothing new
drowning but not submerged
not much time left now
but still here I am
staring at my ceiling fan
no more denial
I know you don't care
I don't expect people to
turn away from me
I expect nothing
expectations get betrayed
I am a shut in
what people don't know:
I refused to ask for help
so I've nearly died
though I once had friends
my ties have long since been cut
I feel nothing
I don't know why I stay
I don't have any reason
I can't make one up
but why should you care?
I'm just a stupid person
ruled by emotion
maybe I should leave
'cuz it's all I know to be
a screwed up nuisance
people will mock me
but I don't care anymore
no more can be lost
This is what I'm like
when held by a fraying cord;
my reality
1 comment:
I wonder when I actually wrote this...
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