i’m starting to dread living again
waking up everyday..
wishing i hadn’t.
i wish i didn’t have depression.
i wish i didn’t want a break from living.
i wish i could get over my head.
i have so much potential that is wasted because i’m insecure and can’t convince myself that i can accomplish anything.
living to me is so inconvenient.
i don’t want it.
i’ve grown accustomed to my head
learned to function with hating myself but
i just don’t want to do it anymore.
maybe i just need more meds to numb it so i can blindly glide through life like everyone else who never have to feel this ****.
i don’t even know what this **** is..
and honestly i’m done.
i have been done.
but i have to keep going.
and it absolutely *****.
i’m so so tired
I’m really sad
and I don’t know if it’s because
of the world?
or if it’s all the natural disasters?
or if it’s just my head?
or if it’s because of this pandemic?
or if my meds are off?
or if it’s because they keep canceling everything that keeps me motivated to stay alive?
I don’t know why I’m sad?
I know one day I am going to look back and miss this part of my life..
yet I can’t enjoy it in the moment.
so I live my life hating myself for being sad when I have so much to be happy about.
then I get more depressed because I know I’m going to be sad in five years when I remember that I didn’t fully enjoy all of the good things in my life,
because I was too busy hating myself for
being so sad.
I know I will look back and remember how my head was filled with dark storm clouds and the stupid forecast told me that those clouds are staying for awhile..
all this rain from the clouds
tears from my eyes
make it hard to see clearly.
I can’t get this bad weather to clear up.
I cry a lot.
I’m just sad.
I’m just really sad.
I hate me
do you ever feel horribly misplaced..?
like you don’t belong here
but not “here” as in location..
but “here” as in breathing/living..?
I shouldn’t have been born tbh.
I used to wish I was dead.
but now I just wish I had never existed in the first place.
growing up my parents always
told me that I was a “surprise”
but as I grew up I learned that “surprise” actually meant “mistake”
they weren’t planning on another kid.
but my mom forgot to take her birth control one day and then oops..
I came 9 months later.
me and my brother are only 16 months apart.
my mom had four kids in five years by the time she was 25.
she was young
she was tired.
and I can’t help but think that maybe if she wasn’t so tired, from the three kids.. that she wouldn’t have left her birth control pill untaken that day.
and then maybe, just maybe..
I wouldn’t be mistaken as a surprise
when I was obviously a letdown.
I just wouldn’t exist at all.
i think about being a kid again
back when i played tag..
running away from my friends was fun.
i remember how exciting it was to run fast.
i always got an adrenaline rush running away.
back when i would spin in circles over and over to feel dizzy and fall down,
and after i fell i would lay in the scratchy grass and watch the sky because it was fun to see the world spin for a minute.
it was new to see things spin that weren’t supposed to rotate.
back when a swimsuit was just a swimsuit that my mom got for me at walmart,
i didn’t care what it looked like because i just wanted to play at the pool
or in the sprinklers
or to wash the car with my siblings on a crispy summer morning
(but the water always ended up being dumped on eachother rather than on the car)
back when the only validation i needed to be happy was a thumbs up and an encouraging “good job shay may!” from my parents.
because i’m pretty sure they knew everything when i was 5 years old.
back when i heard the garage door and would run to give my parents the biggest hug because every hour they were gone felt like a week..
and now it’s different
everything has something motivating it..
as we learn more,
we hurt more
we feel more
and tbh it *****.
i run to prevent a mental breakdown
i run to burn calories
i spin in circles not by choice,
but because life is ****** and confusing
and makes your head spin..
it’s not anything new
i’ve grown accustomed to my mind
losing balance and falling over and over..
the ceiling spinning in my room at 2:00am doesn’t bring the same joy as the blue sky did.
now a swimsuit has to look flattering
and not show my body too much
because of course,
i’m actually a *******.
now i need validation from anyone willing to give it to me and also from the whole freaking internet
and honestly it’s still not even enough.
never will be
now when i see my parents
i walk up to them
and hug them and say
“hey how are you?”
and i wish i was little
when food was just food
and when running didn’t include
running away from myself
Growing up *****
When I was 12
I was hiking with my family, we sat on the edge of a cliff at the top of a mountain,
we were over looking the painted landscape
I remember looking at our feet in the empty air
and I asked my older sister:
“do you ever just want to jump..?”
She nodded and replied with:
“yeah shay.. :) I always wished I could fly too..”
and that is the first time..
that I realized that my head was different.
Because while she was
thinking of jumping to fly..
I was thinking of jumping to die..
and that’s when I started hiding my head lol
followed by a life of hiding self destruction.
i’m currently writing this on tear stained paper
right next to my journal entries from a year ago.
first off i just want to say,
promises don’t last.
there’s something about being so close to the edge but knowing you’re not going to fall.
looking at my feet dangling off the end of a cliff..
i love it.
it’s so on edge
but also so secure
because unless an accident happened..
you’re not going to randomly just fall over.
you’ve sat your whole life since you were a baby.
you’re not going to randomly tip over
for example when you sit in a chair..
you trust yourself enough to eat at a table with confidence that you’re not going to just fall off of your chair..
yet we are so frightened by the idea of an edge
of the end
the end of what..us? you..? me..?
there is no end according to my town growing up, you live forever.
because of God..? right..?
we go on into heaven.
so even when we push the edge.. they shouldn’t fear right??
because they live on.??
lol where is God when you die?
and i don’t think i want to know
because even though we truly have nothing to fear except the unknown
none of us trust ourselves enough
or dare ourselves to push the edge
to get that slight rush followed by the relief of:
“hmm that’s not so bad”
it’s so peaceful.
idk sometimes i feel like i’m just idling on the edge of a cliff and i just want to ******* gas it
he promised me in thirty years we’d be sitting on this rock and thinking about how amazing life is
ha and guess what?
life is ******.
kinda wanna die right now
Rant not a poem at all
“I remember her saying
that she was really tired..
I asked her if I could do anything
she nodded her head no with a slight smile and said:
no I’m okay :)
then I gave
her a hug goodbye
but I guess it really was
bye that time
because the next time I saw her
she was in a casket..”
my head is dark rn