me (im on sertraline)
but indeed there is relief, a calm and ease
in finally letting go
letting go of the things I hold dear
lovers, beliefs, hopes and dreams
is this some great realization?
or a lazy resignation?
but all will eventually be lost, wither and die
pointlessly pursuing what ends in emptiness
the more I age
the emptier I become, the more hollow
the more I live, the less meaning life offers
nothing fills me, everything exhausts me
nothing satisfies me, an unending yearning
there is no rest, only chaos and restlessness
so I give up this pointless fight,
better to be lost and relieved
.
-Nidhi Bhasin
7 days, I did not let the flowers die
then I talk about “giving up”, daft indeed.
I wish I could just lay on the grass
Without feeling like bugs creep over me
And enjoy the sunlight
Without feeling like it burns the most sensitive parts of my skin
I just can't seem to take a moment to breathe
Not even when I fall asleep
Why can't things just be okay?
Why can't things just be easy?
I don't want to learn
I don't want to grow
I don't want to be a better person
I just want to make time stop
I don't want to worry about other people
I don't want to worry about myself
I'd just like to stay in bed all day
And let the good times run away
All I ever wanted was to be needed. To have someone else justify my existing. Maybe then breathing would feel less like stealing.
biggest loser girl you’ll ever meet
don't bring me wishes of silly dreams
“I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.”
— Franz Kafka
i feel so gross knowing i ate all the food on my plate but they didn’t even make a dent in theirs. like hello wdym
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