Untitled #1



Nothing really matter at all, how to deal with the pain?

And I am losing control.

Life does not really matter at all, how to live with the pain?

And then I'm losing control.

The world is full of deceitfulness, do I ever trust again?

It's just out of control.

None of this shit means nothing to me, I only dull the pain and I just want to control.

It's feels that I don't belong, how do I belong?

But then I don't want to know.

It always feels like I'm all alone, how to not be alone? I'm always all alone.

It's like living in a lie, always the lying.

I hate all the lies.

You ask me if I'm alright, I said "I'm alright".

I'm not feeling alright.

Holding all of it in, just to let it all go?

I don't want you to cry.

Always losing the struggle; I'm holding onto life.

I am losing my life.

What's the purpose of life? Is there a purpose in life?

And what's my purpose in life?

Why was I given this life? Why did I live this life?

How to live in this life?

So empty at life, just take away my life.

Just end my life.

About this poem

Struggling with Severe Depression and ASPD. most time i always feel life shit and i always hold it in. always alone, anti social. life seems fake to me.

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Written on January 06, 2024

Submitted by Poet_of_That_Changed on January 06, 2024

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Quick analysis:

Scheme A B A B X B B X C X X X D D C X E E E E E E E E
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,036
Words 254
Stanzas 24
Stanza Lengths 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1

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