It’s kinda a shit poem that I wrote when I was at a low point but I had the courage to show it to my sister and she laughed. I felt like I was gonna get a different reaction where she would finally realise “shit you need help” but I guess nothing changes in this shitty world.
Life itself
I lay here hopelessly upon my bed
Where words seem to fall but yet,
They never seem to leave my head where I sit behind a colourless screen and constantly keep falling in and out of a bad dream,
The net I cast to set me free only ended up tying me up, threatening to snap at the feel of a touch, an emotion which is all controlled by the only constant friend, who whispers in my ear and slowly crippled my self esteem.Is this the End? it feels like I’m dying, the comfort of friends only seems to hurt to see them happy and free, which they try to make my mind feel but Im so empty, alone, trying to function this dysfunctional vessel I try to call Me.
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I can relate to your poem, and I have also told my family how I feel, they seem to just brush it off.
I know what you mean about being with friends makes it worse, I feel the same way.
Thanks I’m happy someone else can relate. It’s sad that the people you feel most close to can be the people to make you feel so alone. Friends I’ve felt just give you sympathy and seeing someone else so happy makes me wish I could be like that.
If you ever need someone to talk to though and relate to I’m always here for a talk. Hope you the best for the future.
Very good. Can you write me one? Something about a society with no morals and actually being invisible and never actually existing at all . I suppose something like a person with nothing standing outside of this immoral society and surveying the damage while his dreams are ripped from him and he decays into sickness
I like this part –
They never seem to leave my head where I sit behind a colourless screen and constantly keep falling in and out of a bad dream,
The net I cast to set me free only ended up tying me up, threatening to snap at the feel of a touch, an emotion which is all controlled by the only constant friend, who whispers in my ear and slowly crippled my self esteem. – continue using wordplay like this and you will do very well