GoSan1
Misfit
- Nov 7, 2024
- 124
I've been posting poems on my profile, but this one I wanted to share in a post since some of these songs might be able to ease the pain of this cruel, bottomless suffering.
Here is a poem made with the names of songs that helped me (all purple names are links):
Born with a broken heart,
my soul has wilted.
Through Sun & Moon,
it was always a Deja Vu.
This perpetual feeling of sad- and emptiness,
a limerence for someone nonexistent.
It is cold, and I am lost,
soon I will have fainted.
It's too late, what's done is done.
It is either endless suffering,
or the end of this pain.
For death is tired of waiting
I have reached the river's end,
nevertheless, I will succumb to my reflected despair.
There is only one way out,
an prophecy of a suicide, a way out...
As for an update, its terrible. The thought of us suffering and the world just continuing eats me from the inside. Also caught another glimpse of my wishes, realizing just how out of reach they were...
My mother wants me to visit a psychiatrist, she thinks I'm sick and can be healed. I still don't blame her, it's my fault for telling her and not having done it. I regret not having taken my life back then, all went so well, maybe this is the punishment for wasting it? Faith in the gutter, don't wanna celebrate Christmas or the new year soon, the thought disgusts me of celebrating another year on this earth. My heart hurts in a weird way, and I am going crazy. I am thankful for another thing from all this pain besides being me now. Thanks to all this pain, I truly wish for ALL of us to find our wishes and hopes after all of this. I used the word cruelty so often, but this here is far worse than that word could ever describe...
Here is a poem made with the names of songs that helped me (all purple names are links):
Born with a broken heart,
my soul has wilted.
Through Sun & Moon,
it was always a Deja Vu.
This perpetual feeling of sad- and emptiness,
a limerence for someone nonexistent.
It is cold, and I am lost,
soon I will have fainted.
It's too late, what's done is done.
It is either endless suffering,
or the end of this pain.
For death is tired of waiting
I have reached the river's end,
nevertheless, I will succumb to my reflected despair.
There is only one way out,
an prophecy of a suicide, a way out...
As for an update, its terrible. The thought of us suffering and the world just continuing eats me from the inside. Also caught another glimpse of my wishes, realizing just how out of reach they were...
My mother wants me to visit a psychiatrist, she thinks I'm sick and can be healed. I still don't blame her, it's my fault for telling her and not having done it. I regret not having taken my life back then, all went so well, maybe this is the punishment for wasting it? Faith in the gutter, don't wanna celebrate Christmas or the new year soon, the thought disgusts me of celebrating another year on this earth. My heart hurts in a weird way, and I am going crazy. I am thankful for another thing from all this pain besides being me now. Thanks to all this pain, I truly wish for ALL of us to find our wishes and hopes after all of this. I used the word cruelty so often, but this here is far worse than that word could ever describe...
