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Realization
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I know I'm nothing in this world.
Barely a speck on this earth, I know I'm nothing.
Nobody has to remind me, nobody has to highlight the fact I'm a box of nothing, a hallucination that means we'll but doesn't exist.
Sometimes, thoughts of suicide are common. Yet, it's nothing new.
Nobody cares, nobody sees the agony of which plaques my heart.
Only me. I realize this world doesn't care, it's no different if I was here or not.
A ant, amongst a colony. A tear within a ocean. Suffer what you will. For I do suffer that every will.
Barely a speck on this earth, I know I'm nothing.
Nobody has to remind me, nobody has to highlight the fact I'm a box of nothing, a hallucination that means we'll but doesn't exist.
Sometimes, thoughts of suicide are common. Yet, it's nothing new.
Nobody cares, nobody sees the agony of which plaques my heart.
Only me. I realize this world doesn't care, it's no different if I was here or not.
A ant, amongst a colony. A tear within a ocean. Suffer what you will. For I do suffer that every will.
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Empty
1 min read
A hole inside. A vast sorrow scarred across the surface. Like dunes of sand in the deserts, like waves in the waters.
Empty of feelings, boxed up and put away. They still cry my name when times are down. Letting them loose is uncertain of what will come.
Can't stop the thoughts. Something seems to be missing. Everything is missing to be exact.
Materialism once gripped my interests, but such uselessness has become nomore. A soul needs no comfort so I feel.
There is never enough time. Never enough satisfaction to end the thoughts.
Empty of feelings, boxed up and put away. They still cry my name when times are down. Letting them loose is uncertain of what will come.
Can't stop the thoughts. Something seems to be missing. Everything is missing to be exact.
Materialism once gripped my interests, but such uselessness has become nomore. A soul needs no comfort so I feel.
There is never enough time. Never enough satisfaction to end the thoughts.
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insignificant
1 min read
Nothing really matters.
A hollow nothing of a life. Pain is all I know...
I see, I hear that which I wish I shouldn't time after time. No escape.
It's hurts, like needles in my spine.
My body- ever jolting. Shaking uncontrollably.
I can't think straight, yet I can't stay sober. I can't feel happy if I told myself to, it craves despair like a fly craves shit.
I have no control. My mind is fluorided, calcified.. I am being controlled.
The only release.. is beyond death. My purpose on this earth, is to suffer and struggle. My previous life I must have been a terrible being to deserve the amount of heart ache and torment I carry each day.
More and more everyday. There is only one way out.. and it's no time soon.
A hollow nothing of a life. Pain is all I know...
I see, I hear that which I wish I shouldn't time after time. No escape.
It's hurts, like needles in my spine.
My body- ever jolting. Shaking uncontrollably.
I can't think straight, yet I can't stay sober. I can't feel happy if I told myself to, it craves despair like a fly craves shit.
I have no control. My mind is fluorided, calcified.. I am being controlled.
The only release.. is beyond death. My purpose on this earth, is to suffer and struggle. My previous life I must have been a terrible being to deserve the amount of heart ache and torment I carry each day.
More and more everyday. There is only one way out.. and it's no time soon.
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bleak
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Everyday is the same, the same faces.. same voices, same events. Nothing new as of now.
Living up and living down, where will life take me, nobody knows.
Not even myself.
The world is dying, the inhabitants killing eachother over whose god is whose and which is real and which is righteous. We kill every creature on earth, including ourselves in the name of greed.
Everyday is the same.
Living up and living down, where will life take me, nobody knows.
Not even myself.
The world is dying, the inhabitants killing eachother over whose god is whose and which is real and which is righteous. We kill every creature on earth, including ourselves in the name of greed.
Everyday is the same.
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