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No Purpose

Woke up today to check my Facebook
Just to be reminded that I'm truly alone
I don't think I want to go to bed anymore
I miss the comfort of being sad

Back then I knew I could deal with it
I feel like I'm missing pieces
If this hurts anyone I'm sorry
I miss the comfort of being sad

I want to drink until I’m numb
Until I don’t know who I am anymore
Until is all feels comfortably nothing
I miss the comfort of being sad

Depression comes and goes but anxiety stays forever
I want to feel something more than this
This confusing situation is killing me take me away
I miss the comfort of being sad

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◄ Grandma

Words of The Waiting Man 15 ►

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Damon Blackery

Thu 19th Jul 2018 07:03

Thank you for getting it ?

<Deleted User> (19836)

Wed 18th Jul 2018 18:47

This poem is beautiful and heartbreaking. It makes me want to reach out and give you a hug. I hope I am not offending you! I don't want to believe that you are really alone. Perhaps you are like many who are victims of social media. Personally and I quote "Personally" I think Facebook is poison! It makes us feel that we are missing out on things when perhaps those who spend their days posting on FB are missing out. Keep writing...it heals the soul. Thank you and I apologize if I have said too much.?

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