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My Cup Was Empty So I Smashed It On The Ground
I am bleak and faded
I find solace in nothing
the actual nothing
no white noise
no vibration
nothingness
the real shit
blank,
I am clean here
I am free here
abysmally me
drowning
sort of
floating
through
nothing....
I am deathly afraid of fulfillment
so the bottom it is for me.
I find solace in nothing
the actual nothing
no white noise
no vibration
nothingness
the real shit
blank,
I am clean here
I am free here
abysmally me
drowning
sort of
floating
through
nothing....
I am deathly afraid of fulfillment
so the bottom it is for me.
Published 9th Apr 2016
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9th Apr 2016 6:42pm
your despair is gut wrenching....i hope that in writing you find that one thing to hold onto
9th Apr 2016 6:44pm
Dear Lady
of all the poems in all the world, this one had me stop at the end and think "what, no fkn way, " because you hide your pain so well
content aside, I like what you've done here and the title is clever, tinged with your breed of wit
good stuff *hat tip*
of all the poems in all the world, this one had me stop at the end and think "what, no fkn way, " because you hide your pain so well
content aside, I like what you've done here and the title is clever, tinged with your breed of wit
good stuff *hat tip*
9th Apr 2016 8:02pm
9th Apr 2016 11:29pm
I went through a serious depression for about 15 years and I know this bottom you speak of. You have expressed it very well... a good write on a hard topic!
JJ
JJ
10th Apr 2016 9:31pm
15th Apr 2016 8:46pm
To not be.
I should feel guilty that empathic awareness of your narrative makes it so I don't need to read Chuck Palahniuk, but that isn't real. Fuck guilt. Your message is so without taint, and that emotion even in the form of lack thereof just crystallizes inside. Strangely it leads to me wanting to drink tea with you and deliberately not make you laugh just to hear all your perspective on the minutia of a million things. Peace.
I should feel guilty that empathic awareness of your narrative makes it so I don't need to read Chuck Palahniuk, but that isn't real. Fuck guilt. Your message is so without taint, and that emotion even in the form of lack thereof just crystallizes inside. Strangely it leads to me wanting to drink tea with you and deliberately not make you laugh just to hear all your perspective on the minutia of a million things. Peace.
