I tried to make myself better.
I tried to be a better person.
I tried to let people help me.
I wanted so bad to get well.
But all I am is lost.
All I am is empty.
And I will always feel lonely,
Even tho imI not alone.
No one could possibly help me.
No one could always be there.
There will always be a better thing to do.
There will always be something more important,
More urgent,
More interesting.
I am not worth of any attention.
And yet I crave it all of the time. Always.
And it hurts to never get any of it.
I want to die.
And it's not some strange kind of self pity or victimism.
It's loneliness.
Experiences are worth nothing when they cannot be shared.
And I almost never get to share the few that I get.
Nothing is ever worth anything.
I know I should be self sufficient. And I have been for 20 whole years.
And of course it worked. I had incredibly good moments.
But they almost never linger. They eventually end up making me feel empty.
"I am too far. I am too lost"
Yes, I could keep going.
But I don't want it anymore.
I just want to go. To let go.
To be free.
To let the pain drift away.
It's periodical. It's intermittent.
I don't want to hold on. I want to be dead.
I tried to be a better person.
I tried to let people help me.
I wanted so bad to get well.
But all I am is lost.
All I am is empty.
And I will always feel lonely,
Even tho imI not alone.
No one could possibly help me.
No one could always be there.
There will always be a better thing to do.
There will always be something more important,
More urgent,
More interesting.
I am not worth of any attention.
And yet I crave it all of the time. Always.
And it hurts to never get any of it.
I want to die.
And it's not some strange kind of self pity or victimism.
It's loneliness.
Experiences are worth nothing when they cannot be shared.
And I almost never get to share the few that I get.
Nothing is ever worth anything.
I know I should be self sufficient. And I have been for 20 whole years.
And of course it worked. I had incredibly good moments.
But they almost never linger. They eventually end up making me feel empty.
"I am too far. I am too lost"
Yes, I could keep going.
But I don't want it anymore.
I just want to go. To let go.
To be free.
To let the pain drift away.
It's periodical. It's intermittent.
I don't want to hold on. I want to be dead.