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Literature Text
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….
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.
© 2007 - 2024 LunasKiss
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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.
And poets need to have their depressed times too, I suppose. Hope you feel dandy now.