anhedonia

i hate how apathy sets in so fast (now).
-traversing the epidermis
then slipping deep into the skin-
i barely have time to process
before the feelings have
committed mass suicide and

i
don't
f*****g
care.

i hate how apathy has become
my wall.
i cover myself in an empty shell
while this pressing hollow feeling
makes me want to scratch through
the skin
to prove i still bleed;
to prove

i
f*****g
care.


i hate how apathy waits complacently
in my chest, prepared
(at a moment's notice)
to activate emptiness
and shut down
all vessels to the
heart.

a word / a gesture / a thought
can trigger the reaction
and without warning
(or will)
anhedonia sets in
and

i
don't
f*****g
care.

i hate how apathy becomes truth.

i hate
how
i
don't
f*****g
care.
 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You are such a master of expressing emotions... it so true how certain incidences can change our mood on a dime as we go from light to dark and sometimes it's due to things in our past... a powerful piece my dear!!

[Crap!]

The entropy of apathy is the death of don't care. The opposite of love is not hate, there is a thin red line that seperates the two. The opposite of love is apathy.

[Robert Luna]

I enjoyed this very much. Gave me a chance to evaluate myself as the subject in this piece. It was greatly written. Leaving enough information to be able to imagine the scene taking place and wanting to actually see the inner self overcome the frustration that accompanies apathy. Great job.
I appreciate you sharing your work with us.

[Mavis]

Beautifully writen and so very accurate. It really captures how perceptual truth can change in an instant and make almost any eperience unenjoyable. It also follows a logical thought process as a whole and starting from the problem, going through it, and ending in utter frustration. I love the word choice and I love the poem. Period. Check out my new little piece "Intro to Mondestrunken" and see what you think. I think you'll enjoy it.

[Nihad Dweidary]

I left a long review on this one and then I pushed backspace and lost it completely. I will start over.

This is another good poem that talks of the inner workings of pain. Life is not mainly about pain; it is about joy, though pain is a great part of it. Our progress as human beings relies on how we can take pain and mutilate it to fit into our journey. Your poem reflects the frustration one feels at not being able to fathom, or rather drive off, such powerful elements. They seem to reside with you despite your perceived logic of them. Pain isn't the norm in life, neither is sadness. The norm is understanding the workings of the self and accepting that things happen for a strong reason. Sometimes our human chemistry overpowers us to succumb to the dark elements embedded in life, but our journey- our understanding of life, if you will- is the weapon that helps fend off such dark proceedings of the heart.

i hate how apathy becomes truth.

Your poem screams of all these things and more. It is yearning to learn more of the self, more of what makes you "you." This a reconciliatory attempt to bringing truth to existence. Brilliant, my dear. Simply amazing!

i cover myself in an empty shell
while this pressing hollow feeling
makes me want to scratch through
the skin
to prove i still bleed;
to prove

i
f*****g
care.

You do write wonderful poetry. I love spending time here.

Love, -Nihad

[David P. Eckert]

You've an interesting apathy, one in which you're angry that you don't care, angry that you don't feel, angry that nothing matters. You would fight the dying of the light, apathy unacceptable, hateful, and likely to get kicked out of your epidermis at the first opportunity, just as quickly as its complacence slipped in.

[Jeffrey Alexander Davis]

if we battled for the right to use the word "anhedonia";
you definitely will win.

excellent piece for expanding the ones veiwpoint on the subject.

[Randall Richard]

perfect, wouldn't change a single word. i had to look up anhedonia/ thanks for expanding my vocabulary

[Rebirth And Introspecti..]

Apathy... the curse of all "would-do-wells"
There comes a time when you must ask yourself how much of your apathy is a self-preservation mechanism, and if that becomes the case... maybe it is warranted... No one with passion can stand apathy, the true question is, can you stand what the absence of apathy leaves you open to?

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

i find this poem strangely arousing. i think you used the "F" word too many times.