SAO LILDOOP Posted April 25, 2019 Share Posted April 25, 2019 Title: What is love? ~♥ I hate this, I hate that, I hate when... What do I love? That I don't know, I hate it, this unsurety, what the f*ck do I even like!? The good swept away, bad given top priority, "Oh, I know what I love, psyche!" Deceiving myself everyday, Can't get away, can't even pray, Tellin' my best friend my troubles, drowning in em' yet I can't stop throwin' pebbles, Gettin' high on complaining, Depression, don't even notice its raining, It's a dangerous game I'm playing, But too strong an addiction, Can't give myself to quit, permission, ecstasy, my every therapy session, just the chance to spill my guts, refuse the pill, I give zero f*cks, It's a condition, cause of depression, A self inquisition, a superior position, contrast, when did it become fun to hate myself? When did it become fun to hate others? Crying tears of joy into my covers, for the wrong reasons? I don't even know, but life's a television show, It's always more fun to hate on a character than love one, I myself am no different, nor excluded... 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seshi Posted April 26, 2019 Share Posted April 26, 2019 Melancholy is such a predicament. I know these feelings too, though I am also quite an optimistic and loving person. It’s always easy for me to love others, but be hard on myself. Losing yourself is another thing you’ve touched on quite well. It’s perhaps the hardest part of melancholy. Lack of feeling tends to make one quite unsure about what their interests truly are, lack of excitement and seemingly nothing to look forward to or discuss with others. It can take a lot of time and effort to begin loving something again, but healing ones own heart and finding love for yourself must come first, perhaps the two are part of the very equation of happiness. - Thanks for the thought provoking poem again. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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