Extra Ordinary

i had to just take a second. sometimes, i admit, i do have a hard time distinguishing what is real & what is all in my head. but, i swear, at about 5 a.m. you rolled over; your right hand over my eyes, searching for my face. i can’t remember if you softly kissed me on my cheek first or whispered, “i love you.” i never thought i would experience that with you. you scatter at sunrise so when i wake up at noon, it all seems a blur. i’m starting to believe this is real. 

nothing at all; & you see absolutely nothing wrong with it. who knew a cry out for help could be such an annoyance. i am but a nuisance to you. i loved you & you can’t pretend that you played no part in my self-destruction. & now i am numb. i sit here & smile in all my misery because i prayed there will be a day that i was so empty nothing phased me. i could not bare the pain anymore. i would’ve had to end it. & now i feel nothing at all, not a thing at all; & you see nothing wrong with it. i feel so different now. the world does not look the same. i don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks. i feel reckless, driving 80 down charleston boulevard. music on 28. all these years, in heartbreak, in heartache… hoping, hoping, hoping, fucking wishing you would love me. hoping & wishing you would prize me, as a person, as a lover, at least as a friend. nothing. how can i be angry at you when you have endured so much pain. when i know your pain so well my anger must sit in silence. again & again i tried to punish you when all i would ever do is punish myself because i couldn’t imagine a day without you. not one day. & now i often find myself wishing i never knew you. six years i felt like i wasn’t good enough. six fucking years i was there for you. gave you everything, every ounce of me. yet, it wasn’t enough. you wanted to have your cake and eat it too. admit it. how i often forget you are a man. a man with needs. a man who deserves the attention of other women. you attempted to april fools me & i felt nothing, nothing at all; & you will remain blind to it. fuck jessica, fuck nikki, fuck lexi, fuck whomever you want to fuck, but you will never have that piece of me again. ten times maybe, ha. all i can do is fucking laugh. when you touch me now i feel disgusting. i feel nothing. nothing at all. i forget to even hug you sometimes. a friend. i tried to be a friend & you still treat me the same. just as i thought. so now, here i am numb. i don’t cut anymore. i don’t feel pain. suicide is a joke. i will live & watch how miserable everyone is with their feelings because i am free of emotion. i will never love again & i don’t care. i will be alone. i don’t care. i step outside & the world looks beautiful to me. the silence soothes me because i hate to hear people’s voices sometimes. i hate dealing with people. i barely bother to even be social because i’m too numb to fucking care about their lives. where were you when i felt pain? nowhere. i struggled for years with severe depression & no one ever took a second look. everyone wrote it off as a “phase”; & breakdown, after breakdown, i began to break down my thoughts and realize i don’t give a fuck about these people. i don’t give a fuck about this town. yet, here i am. what will i do to surprise myself? the possibilities are infinite when you don’t feel a thing. what is fear, but a setback? so now i feel nothing, nothing at all; & i see absolutely nothing wrong with it. 

thank you. 

i used to be easily amused, but now i find myself very much underwhelmed by the world, in general. i don’t seem to possess the motivation or drive i once had. i barely have a desire to get out of bed in the afternoon. i often find myself coming to the conclusion of caring less and less for people. i have yet to come across anyone that has similar social standards as i. silly, i once thought i did not approve of myself. nonacceptance by your peers & the wider community tends to do that to you. for a long while, i had no goals or aspirations of any sort. i accomplished much of what i set forth on life as a child, with failures in the aspects i valued most. i gave up on seeking inspiration out of the comforts of men that never loved me in the right way. perhaps, a quarter life crisis, severe depression, & an underactive thyroid, were at the root of my destruction as well.

wtf kind of shit is this? 

how could you tell me you’ve been having frequent thoughts and dreams of a short life? as if you don’t know this kills me inside. i saw this movie today & it reminded me of you… & me. it was the epitome of severe depression. boy, we are broken. “melancholia” was the title of it.