Death from Insanity.
My tear ducts have dried out.
My worries have all gone.
My mind has stopped thinking.
My heart has stopped beating.
My body has stopped needing.
Truth is,
I never wanted to know you.
I knew what it would do.
An icicle pierced through my lungs,
my breath short and my organs cold.
The best thing to ever have happened in my life,
turned out to be the worst.
With the good comes the bad.
That’s how whatever gods may be made it.
If you experience happiness,
it will surely lead to misery.
Opposites fill each others space.
If the glass is half empty,
it’s half full too.
If it’s alive,
it has potential to die.
Now, I don’t know much,
but I do know this:
Life exists as itself.
Only to be itself.
There is no greater cause.
We are alive to be alive and that’s it.
People die every day.
There is nothing we can do.
It makes me think about my sanity.
I can no longer see.
I can no longer feel.
I can no longer move.
The motion has no part in my play.
My motion is no longer.
My body has stopped growing stronger.
I fall off the cliff and nobody is there to stop me.
I’m alone in this world.
All alone.
All by myself.
Nobody to physically stop me from jumping.
No one there to stop me falling.
Not a soul to hear me calling.
Not a friend to keep me stalling.
Only my mind, which keeps on longing.
Only my mind, which can’t keep dawning.
Just my mind.
Which doesn’t tell me to stop.
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While there is life, there is hope.
dave1971199 wrote:
While there is life, there is hope.
not always the case
The dead can change nothing but the living are never beyond redemption.
dave1971199 wrote:
While there is life, there is hope.
With hope there is also doubt.
Questioning yourself can make you grow mentally and can be good as long as it is balanced with optimism as well.
You want to read some of my poems I wrote whilst I was doing a security job. LOL
Indeed, you’re showing balance, but you’re not. What I mean, you’re saying that everything has an opposite chance, and that everything is balanced, but you’re saying it in a biast way. You’re speaking negatively about balance, and that doesn’t seem logical.
Heh, well then I suggest (as constructive criticism, I hope you’ll take it) that you try to imply positive things counteralancing the negative as well.
I’ll try, but I don’t consciously write anything.
I just let my fingers take over and I just type away until I’m done.
There is really no work involved from me, I don’t choose a topic or think about what I’m writing at all.
It is an encouraging poem and reflects how you feel. It isn’t good or bad but, just what you needed to say and that is all that matters.
Well, any idea why your fingers are focusing on the negative? (it is a very good poem, I’m just trying to find out more about it)
Obviously it’s not really my fingers, just my subconscious.
I’m only good at acting positive, it’s not how I really feel.
Lol, obviously I meant your subconscious. Then why do you not feel positive?
Actually, I don’t know.
There is a lot in my life, but at the same time there is hardly anything.
It’s kinda hard to explain.
I guess I’m just a depressive psycho. :P
hope dies last of all, say to my country. And its not good ;)
I don’t quite understand that…But from what I do (hope dies last) I like.
Thanks, but I’m really not.
I’m totally lost when it comes to emotions.
Don’t know what’s what in that world.
Could you give it a break and stop trying to mess with people already? You’re not fooling anyone anymore.
Jebus Zeus (CoalMan) is saying that you are mera Me as you know.
There was a girl who was fifteen who had about eight or so other accounts on help. On every single one she pretended to be somebody else w/ a different problem. The one that got to me the most was ~Forgotten~ she was supposed to be a girl w/ cancer. Mera killed her off. I am not saying that Mera or Rebecca (her real name) is a bad person, but Jebus Zeus is just implying that you might be her
I dont believe it
Very much an outward expression of an inward place - one I know well. It also seems quite similar to some passages in Proverbs. Particularly this one
Psalm 143
You should read it when you are feeling this way, it may shed some light…and lift you up. Stay strong.
sad yet beautiful. i’ve been ther before. i feel for you.
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If you’ve ever felt emotional pain, please read this.
My tear ducts have dried out.
My worries have all gone.
My mind has stopped thinking.
My heart has stopped beating.
My body has stopped needing.
Truth is,
I never wanted to know you.
I knew what it would do.
An icicle pierced through my lungs,
my breath short and my organs cold.
The best thing to ever have happened in my life,
turned out to be the worst.
With the good comes the bad.
That’s how whatever gods may be made it.
If you experience happiness,
it will surely lead to misery.
Opposites fill each others space.
If the glass is half empty,
it’s half full too.
If it’s alive,
it has potential to die.
Now, I don’t know much,
but I do know this:
Life exists as itself.
Only to be itself.
There is no greater cause.
We are alive to be alive and that’s it.
People die every day.
There is nothing we can do.
It makes me think about my sanity.
I can no longer see.
I can no longer feel.
I can no longer move.
The motion has no part in my play.
My motion is no longer.
My body has stopped growing stronger.
I fall off the cliff and nobody is there to stop me.
I’m alone in this world.
All alone.
All by myself.
Nobody to physically stop me from jumping.
No one there to stop me falling.
Not a soul to hear me calling.
Not a friend to keep me stalling.
Only my mind, which keeps on longing.
Only my mind, which can’t keep dawning.
Just my mind.
Which doesn’t tell me to stop.
Me as you know wrote:
I’ll try, but I don’t consciously write anything.
I just let my fingers take over and I just type away until I’m done.
There is really no work involved from me, I don’t choose a topic or think about what I’m writing at all.
That is how I write as well… it just happens.. my mind just drips and saturates the paper.. it is amazing when I am done.
Amazing as in… I am always surprised at what I wrote.
You are talented…
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