Life: The Game

Life: The Game

A Poem by alex

i want out. i want out of this utterly joyless and completely pitiful existence. i've come to the conclusion that life, in all it's affliction rendering majesty, is truly not equipped to handle the glorious depths of souls on whom it wishes to inflict the the most pain. it is beyond my comprehension why it seems to me so much that life is but a game, and all the people are simply players, dutifully performing for the chance to someday cross that finish line on their own terms. except that's not how it works, is it? despite the flawless execution of life's expectations, you can still be thrown directly into the pit of unforgiving despair. despite following every rule, conforming to all societal norms, you can still end up desperately clinging onto anything that promises some form of relief. it's as if life intentionally victimizes those who belived the world was capable of good until one day that very thought is but a distant memory. a reminder of your former ignorance. its as if life is in the background of every scene, every moment, every second sneering to himself "how dare you believe that you could be happy"? this will happen time and time again until you're sitting there, with tears too familiar rushing down your cheek unable to anything to say life who has so cruelly stolen every aspect of your humanity. this is when you willingly concede. this is when you admit to life "i can't win your game, and i don't want play anymore"

© 2017 alex


Author's Note

alex
this was originally intended to be a poem, but turned more into a conscious flow of my darkest thoughts. whatever it may be i hope it either makes you feel less alone, or enlightens you on what it's like being so crushed by the weight of life.

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I can understand how you feel being I've been there. Funny enough, or sadly enough, I just found out a great writer here at WC is dying, so as heartfelt a write as this is, it does seem a trifle small compared to something that could be far more serious. I hope that makes sense.

A good expressed write here.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on February 11, 2017
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Tags: sad, depression, anxiety, life

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Nashville, TN



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