I’ve said it before in previous posts, but for those of you who didn’t know, I love poetry. I like the sound of it, the mixture between words and emotions, it’s just simply amazing and heartwarming to me. Throughout the years there’s always one specific question that we ask ourselves, and that is, what is the meaning of my life? I sometimes don’t understand how life works, much less how the human mind works, but regardless, words are part of the meaning of my life. They’re what defy me and what I would like the world to know me as. Not just another writer, but someone who understands where those feelings and fears are coming from.
I know I’m not a good writer, you don’t have to tell me. Regardless of my writing skills and abilities, I really just enjoy putting my emotions and everything else that I’m feeling into something that’s meaningful for me, and something that some people might enjoy.
So, today I thought I could share some of the pieces I’ve had sitting on my notebook drafts for some time now. They’re not fresh, nor new. I didn’t change anything from them, so they might seem a little odd. I’m deeply sorry for that. I’m just trying to bring you some type of comfort, just to let you know that you’re not alone.
Disclaimer: Every single piece on this post was created by me. From the poems to the image editing.
you should’ve been there but you weren’t
why are you fake apologizing?
those fake tears only made me aware of how fake your words really were
i hope you think about your future daughters the next time you decide to put a hand on her body without her consent
it’s not only from predators that they need to worry about
it’s also from you that they should take precautions
nobody understands the empty feeling
they all think that I’m healing
they just don’t know with how much i’m dealing
i haven’t told anyone cause i do everything on my own
but in reality, I’m just tired of everyone leaving me alone
cause everyone comes and steals all my feelings
with no sense of regret, they just leave me bleeding
i want to do it
you can’t do it
i’ve been clean for way too long
don’t deny it, you still think about it
find me a person to help me recover.
nobody cares, you’re too broken beyond repair
i want to get better.
do you really?
the pain is draining out my soul
that’s what you’re used to
is not that serious
maybe it isn’t but trapped inside my mind can be delirious
i don’t think you understand how much your words hurt
don’t flatter yourself because it’s not only because of you i still struggle with my worth
to be honest with you
i’ve been struggling since birth
The Cycle Doesn’t End There
Those are just some of the few shorter ones I have. Every time something ticks my mind, I have to immediately write it down in some sort of form, and what better than it being poetry? I haven’t written anything recently because I have been working so hard that I barely have time to internalize where my life is at this moment. Hopefully in the next few months I’ll have fresh and new content, but for now, it’s just old pieces of work.
Sometimes, it’s extremely easy to write, but other times, it’s such a huge struggle. When you’re dealing with your mental health and you’re also on any sort of prescription medication, that can alter your capacity to concentrate. Therefore, it will make you lack on your creative side. That’s what happens to me, even though I’m working hard on what I’m doing, I still have my days where I question absolutely everything I’ve accomplished so far. I still ask myself if this is truly worth it, or if I’m just overwhelming myself to achieve something that’s unachievable. I still don’t know the answer to that, but regardless, I keep fighting. I hope you do so as well.
I would love nothing more than to know your thoughts, so please leave them in the comment section down below. How do you perceive “the meaning of my life”, what goes through your mind when you think about it?
Check out some of my other poems.