Venting Boredom

[CuriousAboutThis]

Boredom,
Within this life,
On cymbalta,
I shall not lie,
I hate to cry,
I hate sensitivity,
Within myself,
I hate insecurities,
I myself to blame,
Within this game,
We call life,

But death is truly,
What I seek,
I barely have enough,
To support myself,
Live off the state,
Within SSDI,
For if someone,
Truly kills,
With the word,
With the pen,
Or by the sword or gun,
It may be fun,

Either way,
For what am I,
The son of who,
You ask why,
I ask how?
My choices,
Of mistakes,
Of consequences,
Led me to this point,

For I ask you all,
Am I truly better off dead,
Like the rest,
I do not believe,
In a God,
I would if I could,
But this world,
Of our people,
Within all species,

We are cruel,
And kind,
And everything in between,
For how shall I live within misery,
Within this time,
It may seem fine,
The world is ours?
No it is not,
We took it for ourselves,
Why was I born,
I do not know,

This life was not meant for me,
For truly I am suicidal,
Even without depression,
For I do not feel lonely,
It something I do not feel,
It is funny I do not mind the company,
Of others,
Don't want to be a bother,

If I could die,
On my own,
Or with others,
Would I be scared?
Why do I live?
When I can't even die?

 

[21Neberg]

It is funny I do not mind the company,
Of others,
Don't want to be a bother,

You're speaking to my soul here. I think you're very talented. Keep it up!

 

[Rose Mirren]

Boredom,
Within this life,
On cymbalta,
I shall not lie,
I hate to cry,
I hate sensitivity,
Within myself,
I hate insecurities,
I myself to blame,
Within this game,
We call life,

But death is truly,
What I seek,
I barely have enough,
To support myself,
Live off the state,
Within SSDI,
For if someone,
Truly kills,
With the word,
With the pen,
Or by the sword or gun,
It may be fun,

Either way,
For what am I,
The son of who,
You ask why,
I ask how?
My choices,
Of mistakes,
Of consequences,
Led me to this point,

For I ask you all,
Am I truly better off dead,
Like the rest,
I do not believe,
In a God,
I would if I could,
But this world,
Of our people,
Within all species,

We are cruel,
And kind,
And everything in between,
For how shall I live within misery,
Within this time,
It may seem fine,
The world is ours?
No it is not,
We took it for ourselves,
Why was I born,
I do not know,

This life was not meant for me,
For truly I am suicidal,
Even without depression,
For I do not feel lonely,
It something I do not feel,
It is funny I do not mind the company,
Of others,
Don't want to be a bother,

If I could die,
On my own,
Or with others,
Would I be scared?
Why do I live?
When I can't even die?

I love this, your words are raw and powerful. Thank you for sharing and I hope you keep writing!

 

[CuriousAboutThis]

Thanks, I hope to see more from others to if they have something to write about post it. Please and thank you everyone here on SS

 

[Rose Mirren]

Wrote some stuff and posted it here! :) https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/share-your-art-official.9337/page-2

Here's another one of mine, from one poet to another: