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No Sense

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I am the interleaf

The nothingness in a preoccupied world

Yet, you seem to find me,

You brought me Out into the complex Webs of society

And oh how my loathing grew



I wished to stay in that small cove

Of my dreams and fantasies

But you, you would not hear

Of such a thing only the best for me

You hold on to me so tightly I feel

My seams splitting under the pressure

My struggling soul needs a rest

Why can't you understand?



I may relax and enjoy the simplicities in life

Yet inside where no one can see

I cry and loathe ever being born

I stress and strain to be happy

Although at this point I'm about to give up.

I don't fear pain-I enjoy it

I know it's not natural for someone deemed sane

And intelligent above normal standards

To see no point in living.



I better myself, for what use?

I'm still going to die in the end

Someone may remember me

And someone after them

I could be remembered for thousands of years

Yet I'm still dead



Why do you enjoy life so?

My blissful friend why?

It makes no sense

People say "we should live life to its fullest"  

What does that mean?



We should enjoy going to school


And improving ourselves?

We should forget that in the end

Everything comes undone?

It makes no sense to me

Other than to give false hope



This world just makes no sense….
Well I wrote this a long long time ago and I was pretty depressed when i wrote it... Now it confuses me. Let me know what you think.
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MissLaserBird's avatar
I like how the last lines of each stanza really pull the whole thing back into place. It's a nice pattern.

And poets need to have their depressed times too, I suppose. Hope you feel dandy now.