DONE

There was no inspiration behind this poem it was random.

Done, I am done with everything 

Tired 

So drained from existing  

Passion does not exist 

Existing is exhausting  

Somone, I wish to be 

Happy and free  

Yawning, stretching, existing 

Existing is boring; depressing 

I wish to breathe exhale and inhale  

Release the air in my body, tired of crying  

Existing in my head, my love, my life 

Is drained 

Rhythmless 

 living, breathing and screaming; 

To not exist would be relief 

To exist causes grief 

Listening to the whispering wind, telling me to end, 

The story is nagging me to continue 

What has my existing come to, Shall I pass or stay? 

Exist or live?  

The pondering continues  

I now hear rain beating 

I can now hear my rhythmic breathing,  

 I feel my head pounding; I feel like screaming 

My life is fading, I feel like I'm dying, 

I want to be me,  

I want to love and live  

I need to be free, I need to love me 

I do not want to die, 

Nor do I want to live 

 

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

the struggle is strong in your poem ... dry spells in creativity strike one and all .. and life surely does get wearisome at times .. i feel this poem deeply ... depression is a very real threat to health ... being stuck in the "in between" can drive one mad ...
E.