”I dream of love,
for once to feel.”
I used to write, sometimes. But now i never seem to get further than 2 or 3 lines. A bit more if it is a story.
It’s like I’m empty inside. I don’t know what it’s like to feel anymore. To feel anything at all.
You can discribe my mind as a notebook with empty pages. Eventhough there is so much going on in there.
It’s just nothing, I’m not even wandering through words. It’s like that saying, I can’t see the forest through all the trees.
I just wish to vanish, that is all I ever wished for.
Or rather, I wish I was never born at all.
I’m sorry that you wasted your time on reading this.
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It’s not time wasted. I know what it feels like to feel you’ve lost the ability to write. I have periods for months that all I write is things I have to. I don’t know…It just seems to me that losing it now, doesn’t mean it’s gone forever. Even those few lines were really poetic to me.
reading someone’s pain is not a waste. It brings me comfort for I have no friends only this website to keep me company in the long dark that is my life.
Thank you, it’s always nice when someone can relate or didn’t waste time.
That wish to have never been born…that feeling like you don’t belong to this world. And that sense of being lost…if someone reading your words doesn’t empathize then they really have no business being here. btw I write aphorisms and short poems as longer writing doesn’t suit my mind. There is no right or wrong.
Thanks Jswiss.
Have you posted anything on here?
Yes I have posted a few poems from a book I self-published and a few other posts. I tend to lurk more than being an active member.
http:// suicideproject.org/ author/ jswissman/
(without spaces)
Published? Thats awesome