I don't mean to be a bother,
or an inconvenience.
To mark upon your blankness in ink,
so settle down my thoughts
with every black line and
intention.
If I should go, say so,
please.
I do not wish to stay
unwanted.
I do not wish to intrude.
I only need a friend.
Someone to hear these trappings,
these innermost workings
which play on every insecurity,
everything I've ever done.
All I do is wrong.
All I do is hurt and
hurt others.
If you stay long enough,
I will hurt you too,
I will scribble away your life
as I do mine.
I don't want anyone to
hurt,
I just wish to
love.
And be loved
in every dark corner of myself.
But how?
As I grow older,
I grow more hated by
myself.
And if hate is all I know,
how could I ever love?
How could I ever experience another's
love?
Their compassion?
Their kindness?
So it is lost.
And I must ask,
though I mark you, tear you,
hate you,
can you love me?
Could you?
I'm so tired of drowning in this self-pity and depression. I want to write something great...but the only time I want to write is when I just have to get out this...darkness. And it's always ****. I never edit. I never work on it. Whatever I write is what I post. But I suppose it's really just for me anyway. It would just be nice for this depression to mean something at the end of the day. Like, if I could produce something at least half decent because of it, it might just be worth it.
Whatever....rant over.
I'm tired of being so alone.