My Life

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“My Life”

Every day I wake up, I’m hurting.

There’s this whole in my chest that keeps aching.

I always ask “When will it stop appearing.”

I think my body is used to all of its painful beating.

 

Life is so precious and fragile,

and yet it is tiring and gradual.

 

I think about the people, who have a wonderful life,

I’m happy for them but at the same time I envy them.

 

I’m so weak and an incompetent

I can’t do anything right but compliment.

 

Compliment myself that I’m not that person

Or I’m not weak but the truth is I am that person and I am that weak.

 

Every day I tell myself that I’m special

I feel like I’m lying, these words are crucial.

 

There is a thread that binds me to God

I wonder if I’m a puppet or a fraud.

 

I see beautiful children full with enthusiasm

I wonder why children are more angel�"like than I am.

 

I’m hurting will anyone help me?

This pain inside me keeps on raging.

 

I can’t see my future no more,

How can this be? I no longer see,

The world I loved, now, is disappearing before me.

 

I’m so lonely and miserable

Why do I feel this way?

Is my depression bearable?

 

I wonder if it’s depression.

Is it aggression?

 

The world is smaller when you go farther

But when you look closer

You’ll understand life altogether. 

Reviews

[Misery]

Wonderful and real, truthful and raw. Life seems like such a gamble and we never know if a good day or a bad is waiting for us tomorrow. I am sorry, dear poet, for the things you feel between the lines.

[Arianne Lomocso]

Thank you very much :) Your comment made me smile :)

[Misery]

If I can send a smile to the Philippines, then this life I live that tortures me...is not so bad.read moreIf I can send a smile to the Philippines, then this life I live that tortures me...is not so bad.
Have a sweet, dear poet.