It crawls through you
Nestling deep inside
Chipping away at your will
Gnawing through your mind
You erupt with anger
Frustration bubbles in your core
You can’t stand it
You can’t stand anything anymore
Because it’s always a struggle
Always a half beaten fight
It’s the constant lull of anxiety
The never ending fright
You’re living but you’re dying
Forever in between
Neither one or the other
A half living being

They said, "Time will heal."
So why hasn't it healed?
Why am I still broken inside?

They said, "Time is precious."
So why did I waste it?
Why was I stupid enough to do it?

They said, "Plan your time and you will benefit from it."
So why am I a mess?
Why have I hit rock's bottom?

Time is unforgivable.

An acquaintance
or
a parallel universe?

for my eyes are old and maybe i cant see....
the love in my heart is as pure as can be.

I feel
so many feelings
all the time.

I am
a feeling being.

I need
to feel
to understand
the meaning of my experiences
in comparison to my needs and aspirations.

But
my feelings
happen intuitively
and prior to careful evidence-based reasoning
and so my feelings are not philosophically reasonable
and so my feelings are dangerous
if I use my feelings to define what reality is.

I protect myself
from unphilosophical unreasonable feelings
by never enacting my feelings,
by never reacting motivated by feelings;
rather I use my feelings
only as information
that I am having feelings
and so my needs and aspirations
may be affected in some way
by my experiences
which led to my feelings;
then I reflect
on my experiences
to philosophically reasonably discover
how it is most useful for me to feel
to achieve my optimal joy an happiness.

I never realized
How easy it could be
To lose yourself-

I stopped taking time for myself,
Gave myself to others,
Piece by piece.

Every time I put the puzzle back together,
Another piece was missing.
Or perhaps stolen.

One day I will no longer exist.