On love and loss, depression and trust
Love
Living, caring
Singing, talking, relaxing
Spirit elated, body depressed
Staring, thinking, contemplating
Judging, dying
Apathy
Discovering that
Even if you try your hardest,
Predestination still
Redirects you away from a joyful
Ending that you’d once undoubtedly
Surmised to be possible and likely;
Slaving away at the daily chores, without
Inspiration to guide you along your way, and
Overall, you think that there’s
No point in anything anymore.
Why can’t I find neither the courage, nor the audacity to make known to others what matters more?
Why do I feel like I’m being so narcissistic when I think about how to get help from others?
Why is it so easy for me to resist the inreach of others when they’re there to aid?
Why can I so easily judge others, quick to take note of their exact insincerity?
Why can’t I look at powerful religious figures and think they’re honest?
Why do I know You’re there, but don’t feel any comfort?
Why is it that my closest friends don’t know me at all?
Why do I feel like my whole life is a fake?
Why can’t I trust anyone?
