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I don’t know what to say Most of the time I think within my own head But mostly what comes out is… A vast sea of loud nothingness As if my mind is speaking to me in tongues But not in reverence or in divine manners But mostly as if cursing me to fail Life is an unbearable hell Figuratively What does that mean, anyway Because if it looks real Feels real Tastes real Smells real Sounds real Then, of course, it must be real Therefore Since I am undoubtedly feeling as if I am being punished For a lifetime of sins Then I must be in my own form of hell Wallowing within my own self guilt Yet consistently consumed by my own self pity Even now it seems as if the voices get louder in my head Sounding familiar Laughing And now my guilt turns to hatred And now my hatred turns to fear As I fear myself turning into the beast that I’ve so longed to control Destruction has followed me through my adolescence My hatred for others seems to be parasitic Feeding off of the world’s happiness… Including mine My dreams seem to be surreal My reality seems to be nightmares So no matter what comes I know that I shall be in hand with sleep Which is in hand with death Which means my end will come sooner than I had wished Funny how I grew with the mindset of death But, now grown, I have lost the will to die For you must live to die and Since I lost my will to live Then I surely don’t want to die for I know what must happen before Which makes no since in the end But in the beginning of it all it was deep But then again, so was I My thoughts are leading me through a world where time seems to repeat itself Because I was here not even four months ago And four months before And before And before And before And before before before before Before I can remember what existed before All I know is I was constantly hungry Like I am now Hungry And yet after the three meals that I eat to sustain I realize my hunger cannot be quenched But will remain and drive me crazy Until it sends me to my grave And yet in still I will forever be Hungry And just like these lines It seems everything that begins Ends and begins again And never stop Whether at the bottom or at the top I have come to the realization That I will never like my life And I will never be satisfied So I will forever have Depression To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737 |