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35 - Spoken Poetry about My Life

Does my life stayed on the same line of the force?

Or does it hurt to say goodbye once everything is gone?

My life have a lot of purpose.

I lived in this world for a purpose.

A purpose? What kind of a purpose?

A purpose to enjoy life peacefully?

A purpose to watch everyone to say that, "You don't exist."

Or a purpose to hear them crying out in pain and agony.

Many people, friends, family told you that you existed.

But to me....

I don't.

I tried to make a friend but they turned me away like dust.

Like as if, I was nothing but trash.

I hated my life.

I hated how a few people treat me this way.

It feels like....I don't belong here.

It feels like....I wasn't born for this.

I spend my entire life trying to figure everything out.

My parents were divorce.

Gone.

Trust limited.

Voices told me, "Kill yourself."

"Go and kill yourself."

"The pain will only grow much worse."

"Don't endure it."

"Release it, by killing yourself."

I tried to kill myself.

Numerous of times.

But, why did I still live?

I don't belong here.

I wasn't born for this.

Day by day, I was so caught up of my day that I started to forget everything.

Deepest, darkest hours.

Black and grey surround my mind as I take a knife from the cabinet.

Pointed it upright to where my heart was at.

I tried to plunge it through but nothing came.

Eyes brimmed with tears.

Dropping the blade.

I crumbled to the ground like a worndown building.

I came to realize.

My life do matter.

My purpose of living does matter.

But.

I believe that I don't belong here.

Nor, I wasn't born for this.

Then, the Voices came back to haunt me.

"They don't need another human."

"For they just leave you and never picked you."

"They never let you to be so happy."

That's when I snapped.

I let everything pushed back to the back of my mind.

Until they all hit the wall.

And that's when I created her.