Ignored

​The worst pain is being ignored 

Acknowledge me

Why can’t you think about me

As much as I think about you

Acknowledge me

I’ll do anything for your attention

Why don’t you see that

Acknowledge me

You’re hurting me

I’m hurting me

Acknowledge me

I know you want me

And you know I want you too

Acknowledge me

I Don’t See the Logic Behind Child Murder

How could someone end a child’s life?
It’s a kid.
They don’t do anything
They can’t hurt you
Knowingly insult you
They’re innocent
Killing them at a young age robs them the chance to even be something bad.
To possibly hurt you
Just look at their faces
So inexperienced
Don’t know the world yet
Shouldn’t be killed
I just don’t see the logic
Maybe it’s better that I don’t

Rot Away into Something Better

Nothing truly lasts.
In the end, all rot away.
Eventually.

I’ll reach that time eventually.
It’s not a sad thing
A happy thing to me.
I truly believe I’ll go where I belong. Whether that’s a good place
Or a bad place
It doesn’t matter to me. It’s where I belong.
Finally I’ll feel like I belong.
A place I’m accepted

Corridors of My Mind #3

I like people.
At least that’s what I tell myself. I just hate the voices. The voices in my head are already enough so adding more I too much. People are so loud and selfish. There’s just so many. So many of them and so little of me. So little like me. I just want more people I can relate to. More people to talk to. More people to understand.
Instead I hide what I am. Afraid of how people would react. You’d fear me. I fear me. The world isn’t ready to know.
I’m not ready for the world to know.

Anxiety

One second I’m completely fine.
Next something happens and my life ends
I can’t breathe
Swallow
Think
Feel
I’m sweating under the cold air
I don’t know what to do I can’t think
They say breathe and I try
I forgot how
I’m suffocating
Drowning in air
My stomach is being folded
Food doesn’t want to be in this situation
I can’t hold onto it
I vomit
I want to cry but I forgot how
The tears stay in my eyes and burn
My eyes are on fire and not because I’m angry
Slowly my body returns to normal
I move on

Necessity

We’re all so busy
Never having time for what we want
Always time for what we “need”
We’ll miss the important events
For the ones
We can live without
So much energy
Into all the wrong things
Handing away our freedom
For “necessity”
But why
What do we gain
Nothing
Absolutely nothing.
Except for
sadness
Regret
Disappointment
Longing
We should do what we feel is best
Not what others say we need