As I sit on the empty bench, I realise how life has taken a drastic turn. For a few days or weeks rather, I was happy. Life was starting to feel beautiful and something worth enjoying. But then inevitably she came. Without prior warning, as usual. This time though, she brought along a friend with her too. Apparently they had fallen in love. Ironically it was during the same time Love left me, leaving the door open on her way out.
"Happiness and Depression are old friends. Depression fell in love with Happiness but as all great love stories go, they also met a tragic end, for the love they shared was never enough for them to coexist. "
Everytime my mother brings up the subject of the amount of money invested after my education I feel less like a human and more like a machine. Everytime my friends talk about boys or a new fling thing going on with them, I feel more and more like I don't belong. Imposter Syndrome is a bitch. I'm happy for them, I really am, and yet I somehow cannot seem to find the right words to say to make them believe me.
"Love is in the air and suddenly I have asthma."
I feel like I'm losing a little bit of all the things that make me me; the emotions, the sympathy, the love, the care, the kindness; everything. Everytime I write a new poem, it is a cry for help, but the people are deaf. I hate the person I'm becoming and yet I can't do anything to stop this. It is an endless pit of darkness and I'm falling. I can't see where it ends.
"Do not hurt someone so much that they become used to the pain and eventually start to find peace in it."
Solitude very shyly creeps in through the door Love left open. I'm very temped to give her the place I once gave to Love. She's shy but strong; stronger than Love was. And so she starts to possess me; the process is slow and gradual in a way that I can feel every little change in me. She wraps me up in her warm embrace and fills me with a sort of peace that Love couldn't. Love was my delusion. She had to leave eventually; all delusions come to an end. Solitude is my reality; the harsh truth; and the time to stop running from the truth and accepting my reallity has finally arrived.
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Kalopsia : A Collection Of Short Poems And Vignettes
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