those of us on this site.
We are depressed, while the rest of the world is happy, or happy enough.
We have nothing to live for, while the rest of the world goes on.
We are empty, We are zombies.
We are messed up, We are Lost.
We are Wretched.
We are among clouds and darkness, while others bathe in sunshine and laughter.
We cry rivers of tears while others dance and prance.
I’d write more but I am too tired.
Too tired of this broken life and of a broken world.
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Hi, I try to reach out to you even in your darkness. Yes, you are right. There is a lot of injustice in this world and people don’t care if you are in hell. They prefer to sing, dance and forget about other humans.
And yes, the degree of suffering is incredible that some humans get to experience. Nobody understands I know.
However, I have to ask you: Did you know that there are more and more spiritual techniques on the internet for free to improve your life? Did you know that some people made tremendous progress by using them?
It’s up to you to find them. Find a suitable one in the “jungle” and start to improve your life rather than feeling like a dead corpse. You also need to find a meaning for life to accept life the way it is.
You know… Many times I feel very empty too… but unlike you… I accept my feelings and even the feeling of dullness which is the worst feeling(actually it’s a sort of death or non-feeling, a sort of life disease)
And I don’t care about others. I don’t care if they are so happy or celebrate when I feel at my worst….
Again, you need to accept your feelings especially and embrace life the way it is.
You need again HOPE. Without hope and a life meaning, you have nothing.
I know, I sit here in pain, hoping to end my misery soon while others go about enjoying their lives, accomplishing wonderful things, getting into relationships, having kids, buying homes, working jobs, talking about politics, doing everything they are “supposed” to do according to society. And those of us who attempt to die are locked up by society and labeled as “mentally ill” and fed medicine while we are told how wonderful life is and how we should feel bad about wanting to die. It’s sad.
I’m reasonably happy. Stressed as hell but hopeful. Depression still lurks and I am lightly medicated.
I think SP people are great. Yes, the discussions get a bit monotonous, but that doesn’t make things pathetic, wrong, or bad.
People here are trying to be open and help each other. That’s a Class III miracle in the age of the interwebz. The stories are raw and scary and tragically devoid of paragraphs.
Statistically speaking, most all people that visit here go on and have a life. We must be doing something right!
I like your poem, but it is very telly. Maybe I can a little art project with your poem. I will cut some lines off though.
I feel bad, for example, whenever I hear that someone with terminal cancer wants to live because I’m here wanting to die every second I’m awake, and I’m healthy.