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Mental Spat on an Airplane

I spend most of my days alone. I don’t know if that is good or bad. I like being alone, but often feel like I am wasting away as the rest of the world goes by. Do other people feel like this? Do we all feel like we are just wasting away? No one talks about it.

I’m crazy, I say.
How so?
Stick around long enough, and you will see.

Maybe I am not wasting my life? Every day, I’m busy. I’m busy doing things I want to do. Well, sort of. More like, doing things I need to do to live a happy life… someday. Damn, I really hope I am happy someday. In the meantime, thank God for weed.

Tell me about yourself, he says.
Oh, I don’t know about all that.
You can’t scare me.
Oh… I don’t know about all that.

But technically – in the scheme of things – aren’t we all just wasting our lives? I mean, our lives are meaningless – in the scheme of things. We all think we matter as individuals. We don’t. None of us. That kind of thinking can really fuck you up. It’s the only kind of thinking I got. What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck is anyone doing? No one knows.

I could never hurt you, he says.
That is very optimistic of you.
You know I couldn’t.
Stick around, and say that after you see… Nevermind.


My Mind, Fucked Up

My mind is so fucked up.
I don’t know why I’m here.
What’s the point?
No one would miss me.
Why would they?

I don’t belong.
I’m worthless.
Just another body, a waste of space.
They say they’ll miss me.
All lies.

They make me laugh.
I know I’m just a burden.
Not worth the stress.
I’m self-destructive.
And I can’t be saved.

My mind is so fucked up.
The highs are uncomfortable.
The lows, unbearable.
I have no control.
Still, everything’s my fault.

I want so badly to love myself.
But I know I don’t deserve it.
And I don’t deserve your love either.
I deserve nothing.
I’m delusional.

These thoughts, these emotions…
They’re too much.
I’m frozen, in shock.
Yet somehow I’m screaming, pleading.
Please God, what is the meaning?

My mind is so fucked up.


Psych Ward Poesies: P2

I miss your kisses
Your soft lips on my neck
Your teeth on my ear lobe
I can still feel you
When I close my eyes
I still see you
I’m scared, I’ll never get over you
I wish so bad that I could
I wish so bad that my mind was free
Why can’t you just come back
Why can’t you love me too
I fear, my heart can’t take much more
The longing is unbearable
The sadness it burns
I’m desperate
I’m in chains
Please

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My heart is screaming for you
Constant exertion
I can’t make it stop
I’m weak
But I can’t make it stop
Please, I beg
Please stop
You’re not coming back
Still my heart keeps screaming for you
It won’t give up
It wont give in
Not until I’m dead

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Hope is lost
I lost it when you walked out the door
Life has no meaning
I have no purpose
Just another piece of shit
Taking up space


Psych Ward Poesies: P1

My heart aches every time I see your face
But still I stare
You’re smiling
Fuck, that smile
I can’t catch my air
I want to be the one to brighten your day
I want to feel your light
And bask in your warm embrace
Someone else enjoys your sweet taste now
How many times can my heart break
Over and over and over again
A piece of me dies, every time
How long must I perish
How long till the rest of me crumbles
My existence is torture.
I welcome my decease.

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I’m on fire
Burning alive
Suffocating
It’s all my fault
You never wanted me
But I told myself you did
The fantasy absorbed me
Now look
I’m on fire
Burning to death
Meanwhile, you’re fine

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Why did you leave me
What did I do
Just kidding
I know the answers
I don’t deserve your love
I don’t deserve anyone’s love
BPD


Face First into the Pavement

Today I got stoned and started thinking about you. No surprise there. You got me wrapped around your finger. I’m high on your validation. I can’t breathe when you sweet-talk me. If you said I love you, I’d say I love you too. Because I’m addicted to this high, and I know it’s not right, but it feels right. 

It shouldn’t feel right.

But it does.

So, here I am, thinking about you. Again. No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you think about me too? I doubt it. Why would you think about me too? You don’t know me, I don’t know you. This is all just a figment of my imagination. But still, my feelings run deep, I can’t control them. My soul longs for you. How fucking pathetic is that?

I am fucking pathetic.

But you? You’re just having fun.

This is all just a game to you. You know better, you know to keep your feelings intact. You know we can’t be together, so you didn’t let yourself fall. Me on the other hand, I fucking fell face first and busted my mouth on the pavement.