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Gaia
Sometimes I think that the world would be a better place without me in it,
That the heavens would sing at my arrival and the world herself would sigh in relief.
I think that when the gods made me they made me for something else, something more.
It is as if everything I am made up of, all of the pain and the tears and the anguish,
It is as if it was not designed for this place, that the world herself could not hold me still in her whooshing arms.
I sometimes believe that the ones i love and know would be happier with me gone,
That they too would sigh in relief, knowing that I was looking down through the heavens and the stars.
That they would move on, leaving me alone to lie in peace for the rest of my days.
I sometimes think that world herself has given up on me too,
That she has tried to build me up with nothing but carcasses and sunlight,
And yet the darkness that lives within the cavern of my being swallows it up too quickly.
I sometimes wish, hope, and even think that I will be brave enough to join the skies and stars,
To become one of the lost souls that the earth herself can no longer hold on to.
But I never do.
That the heavens would sing at my arrival and the world herself would sigh in relief.
I think that when the gods made me they made me for something else, something more.
It is as if everything I am made up of, all of the pain and the tears and the anguish,
It is as if it was not designed for this place, that the world herself could not hold me still in her whooshing arms.
I sometimes believe that the ones i love and know would be happier with me gone,
That they too would sigh in relief, knowing that I was looking down through the heavens and the stars.
That they would move on, leaving me alone to lie in peace for the rest of my days.
I sometimes think that world herself has given up on me too,
That she has tried to build me up with nothing but carcasses and sunlight,
And yet the darkness that lives within the cavern of my being swallows it up too quickly.
I sometimes wish, hope, and even think that I will be brave enough to join the skies and stars,
To become one of the lost souls that the earth herself can no longer hold on to.
But I never do.
Published 5th Jun 2021
| Edited 14th Jun 2021
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11th Jun 2021 8:53pm
i am an earth empath who has attempt suicide 5 times with limited success.
Decades gone by, i awakened to my being an earth empath -- still schizophrenic with them constant damn voices chatting to me but also realizing that Gaia would have never consented the gift to hear her Fauna and Flora and Feel Her presence.
That said, if You believe You KNOW our Goddess,
then never believe You would not be missed in this dispensation. Gaia needs and requires all Her earth Healers / Helpers to educate and create and defend.
Every earth energy who chooses suicide creates a strain on those of us who survive and endeavor to go on.
You would be greatly missed, Sister
Decades gone by, i awakened to my being an earth empath -- still schizophrenic with them constant damn voices chatting to me but also realizing that Gaia would have never consented the gift to hear her Fauna and Flora and Feel Her presence.
That said, if You believe You KNOW our Goddess,
then never believe You would not be missed in this dispensation. Gaia needs and requires all Her earth Healers / Helpers to educate and create and defend.
Every earth energy who chooses suicide creates a strain on those of us who survive and endeavor to go on.
You would be greatly missed, Sister
