What looked like a rock was just an image on a hollow inflatable

I’m feeling worse and worse
getting older and older

im having a terrible time here
and i dont know the solution

it usually doesnt work out in the end
and life keeps living

my life is a prank being played on me

Gd really be using me for entertainment at this point

someone is playing a prank on me probably with this life im living

i am worthy of love in the storm

can you love me when the dust is not settled

its a secret how to dance in the world

just squirming for a life of the least discomfort and its not working

what about until its ok

life is incomprehensible

i wont write about
the peace i feel now

bold of you to keep on asking
to trust the faulty process

emotions won’t **** you
but that’s the worst part

an insomniac
with an alarm clock

whats if my sadness all this time
was never up to me

i never asked for this life
but nobody asked me

waving a palestinian flag is not freedom of speech it is hate speech. It is the new **** flag

how is it legal to hold up a palestinian flag if it’s illegal to hold up a **** flag?

i hope to abandon you someday hello poetry

when i write about gd
no one can relate

let me make it simple
(all are painful though)
gd doesnt exist
gd is aweful
i dont understand gd but hes good still in a very complicated (and unnecessary way if you as me)

i didn’t pray to gd today
i always do
i didn’t sing your praises
or read how you carry me
i wanted this poem to rhyme
so you can find it cute
but i always do doesn’t rhyme with
i feel so broken and like you don’t even care and how do you put me in all this pain and my life makes me feel like i want to die and nothing is fair and im suffering in emotional pain too often for like ten years already and it’s not like im not trying not to suffer, i am but i dont seem to know the code they say embrace your feelings but then also let go and i feel like i dont know how to accept my feelings or let go and it results in so much suffering

so sometimes life doesnt rhyme

do pained people turn into poets
or would they be a poet without pain

i get why they take drugs
my life relatively isnt bad
and yet the feelings are too painful
constantly being wounded over and over

too often i have my emotions stab me in my heart
with every beat another stab
i dont know when it will stop
and when it does its sure to return soon

just cried my heart out to gd
or a crazy lady just spoke to herself
ill never know because gd doesnt seem to ever answer my prayers

if gd doesnt exist im crazy
but there is no way to know

all the wisdom has not been enough i am here in pain

adulthood ***** because im responsible to solve my own suffering i dont have a solution for

my life is me trying to avoid suffering but not knowing how but knowing that its in my hands you get why i hate it here

definitely one hundred percent doing this whole life thing wrong i dont know how to do this

quitting therapy is the depths

my emotions attack me
i am defenseless

self esteem wasnt in your mind
those who were watered in sunshine blossomed

yea
life is long

the mini high you get after your anxiety makes you throw up yellow stuff in the morning
its the small gifts in life thank you g-d

try not to suffer
and suffer more
or suffer another way

my life is coming apart at the seems
whats next

the flower placed in less sunlight wilted
and so she blamed herself for it

you dont need to win at life
if its a stupid game either way

i would like to chase my dreams
but for now at least its not a nightmare

there is no peace of mind
in the pursuit of it

you tell me its all in the mind but when circumstances change my throat opens again

the stress isnt worth the point
but im in too deep now

the pain is always deeper than the pleasure

can i just have legs
i dont get it

when i go up to heaven
i hope its all explained to me