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Rock Bottom
How does one stop themself from the self destruction
And how do they make up for all that they have ruined
My body
Boils
With evils sometimes
That I am unfamiliar with
To be this selfish
To be so sorry
For no one but me
I want to combust into the atmosphere
Never to be seen again
At times
Theres barely any time
To do it all
And too much time too
And so many memories
I’ve ruined with a lack or temperence
And how do they make up for all that they have ruined
My body
Boils
With evils sometimes
That I am unfamiliar with
To be this selfish
To be so sorry
For no one but me
I want to combust into the atmosphere
Never to be seen again
At times
Theres barely any time
To do it all
And too much time too
And so many memories
I’ve ruined with a lack or temperence
Published 22nd Feb 2018
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22nd Feb 2018 4:51pm
This makes me reflect on how much time i spend working (which is 50-70 hours a week between both of my jobs) and how much that will matter when i'm dead.
life is about experiencing things,which i myself do not do nearly enough.
i'm currently trying to find that happy medium of being comfortably poor and content with emotion of family,and personal intake to make me happy (books,poetry,sex,any self gratification really).
the scales are always fucked up, like a drug dealer that weights their shit heavy when it's not,but you still pay the full price.
right now i'm lucky enough to be able to write poetry in between calls at my call center job, but one day i know they will take that away from me.i'll clock in and it will say "site blocked,access denied"; i might just walk out.
until then i enjoy what little pleasures i can get.
thank you for sharing your thoughts for this write.
life is about experiencing things,which i myself do not do nearly enough.
i'm currently trying to find that happy medium of being comfortably poor and content with emotion of family,and personal intake to make me happy (books,poetry,sex,any self gratification really).
the scales are always fucked up, like a drug dealer that weights their shit heavy when it's not,but you still pay the full price.
right now i'm lucky enough to be able to write poetry in between calls at my call center job, but one day i know they will take that away from me.i'll clock in and it will say "site blocked,access denied"; i might just walk out.
until then i enjoy what little pleasures i can get.
thank you for sharing your thoughts for this write.
13th Mar 2018 9:02am
I especially love this line
I want to combust into the atmosphere
Never to be seen again''
a truly strong and powerful line.
i think you have captured here how self-destruction can cause more self-destruction.... and how do we stop wanting to self-destruct when we have already ruined so much, i don't know .. sometimes we get caught in a trap of self-destruction and we do not feel capable of escaping .. this want to destroy ourselves, ruin things, hurt ourselves ..there has to be a point where someting clicks like a light turning on , a sense of realisation as to why we started self-destructing in the first place , .
great poem , enjoyed reading
I want to combust into the atmosphere
Never to be seen again''
a truly strong and powerful line.
i think you have captured here how self-destruction can cause more self-destruction.... and how do we stop wanting to self-destruct when we have already ruined so much, i don't know .. sometimes we get caught in a trap of self-destruction and we do not feel capable of escaping .. this want to destroy ourselves, ruin things, hurt ourselves ..there has to be a point where someting clicks like a light turning on , a sense of realisation as to why we started self-destructing in the first place , .
great poem , enjoyed reading
