Man fears death and yet, at the same time, man is drawn to death. Death is endlessly consumed by man in cities and in literature. It is a singular event in one's life that none may reverse. That is what I desire.

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Man fears death and yet, at the same time, man is drawn to death. Death is endlessly consumed by man in cities and in literature. It is a singular event in one's life that none may reverse. That is what I desire.
Anything I would never want to lose will be lost. It is given that everything that is worth wanting will be lost the moment I obtain it. There's nothing worth pursuing at the cost of prolonging a life of suffering.
Appreciate what you have even in this chaotic hell
Appreciate what you have in this life. From someone who is constantly stressing over things I donāt have, Iām probably not the best person to say this. But seriously, appreciate what health you have left, the roof over your head and if you have people to fall back on.
Iāll never be a humble person, nor will I ever be satisfied. Not because itās impossible, just highly improbable. Because of this I will always seek ways to do more. While not happy or satisfied I can appreciate the drive living in hell has given me. I cant fall because there is no one to pick me up, so I have to balance weight of bullshit. Just like most of you Iām sure. Either way, even in this chaotic reality we/I live in there is beauty to it. Even the pain, deaths, disasters and of course the good.
And I appreciate that even as fucked up as I am, this chaotic hell amuses me. Even when affecting me directly. āOn todayās episode will I break?ā And I sit back and watch. No, I canāt. Not yet. Iām too strong though Iām depleting my energy. Part of me wants to break, I want to know what Iād do with all Iāve been collecting over the past 20 or so years. Iāve been cracking and fixing myself for quite some time. Just one good hit before this vessel shatters.
Will I be pitiful? Lose my mind? Hurt myself or others? I doubt Iād hurt anyone else. Honestly doubt Iāll break. Not fully. I do appreciate the unpredictable human psyche, and the unpredictable and unforgiving world we live in.
And I hate it all as well.
Iām not sure who I am anymore.
Though I never really knewā¦Iāve always been searching.
Yet I can identify many things crashing to the ground all around me. But these things arenāt me.
I have quite a bit to look forward to it appears. Donāt you? They say today is the first day of the rest of your life. They also say you only live once, so donāt take life so seriously. Gotta have goals.
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Realized I was giving up so I have to try harder
Last few weeks have been miserable. Ive been feeling suicidal, distant and weak. While none of these things are new, they are stronger. Like worse than the past decade.
Suicide Ideation, obsessing about suicide and feeling the future is an story people tell us is worth it like waiting for Santa Clause or something.
Anyways I did a random self test which Iāve included. I think I might be bipolar.
While realizing I have been worse than I have in a long time I realized something. I have to try harder. Iām done doing this myself. After a year of refusing to see a therapist, I called one and saw her a few days later. Trying to connect with more people, even if it feels like a chore. And my psychiatrist put me on a new drug, newish anyways Iāve been on it before 10 or so years ago. Lamictal, for bipolar after sharing concerns of bipolar.
Letās see what happens. Not really the giving up type. I feel miserable but whatās life without a bit of misery? No idea, but itās life and I donāt plan to kill myself. I plan to prevent myself from doing so in any possible way.
http://bit.ly/2y3aTHB
Suicidal Obsessions, Thoughts and Views
Ā My View of Suicide isā¦
Ā An old friend of mine hung himself recently and lies in a coma in an overcrowded hospital. He is receiving brain drainage and has to use a respirator to stay alive. There are other machines I donāt quite understand which keep him alive.
Ā Seeing him in the hospital nailed the coffin in the suicide by hanging idea. I had been thinking about it a lot, suicide by hanging, for the last few weeks. (Thinking, not planning) Even before Chester Bennington (the lead singer of Linken Park) hung himself. Chester did it in the same way as my friend. Anyways, my original interest came from an old story of a God who hung himself whom I relate to quite a bit. But this God did not commit suicide, he killed a part of himself by sacrifice to gain something. I hope that ends up being the result of my friends hanging, I hope he will get gain something and get help as a result. Brain damage and death arenāt off the table, unfortunately, as I said he is in a coma.
Ā Suicide is Misunderstood
Ā Suicide as a whole is a very misunderstood topic. Some people cannot understand why or how someone could take their own life. I can understand it. I want to kill myself too.
Some people cannot understand why or how someone could take their own life. I can understand it. I want to kill myself too.
I can understand it. I want to kill myself too.
I want to kill myself too.
Ā The Fear of Suicide and Hell
Ā Some think youāll go to hell if you commit suicide. Iāve had religious people express that they would kill themselves were there no hell to fear. They were so depressed, but eternal hellfire is scarier than 40-60 more years of it, right? That the fire of hell inspired them not to, so fear kept them from doing it. The aftermath of suicide on people who believe this who lose someone to suicide must be brutal.
Ā Is suicide Selfish?
Ā Suicide is usually summed up as selfish. This because of the agony that people who are the victimās survivor feel. People cannot understand how someone could leave others in so much pain.
Ā How can someone kill themselves and leave people behind? How can someone kill themselves and when they have friends? How can someone kill themselves and when they have parents theyāre leaving behind? How can someone kill themselves and when they have good lives?
Ā To understand these questions you have to understand their internal struggles. Chances are you donāt, and chances are you canāt. When it comes down to it, itās simply pain versus the ability to deal with that pain. When youāre trapped in a burning building on the 60th floor, do you jump or try to survive and end up burning to death? Iād bet most would jump. In a suicidal person mind that is what is going on. When the fire gets too hot, you jump. Likewise with life, when the pain is too great, someone who is suicidal will usually act. Suicide isnāt simple. Suicide isnāt pure selfishness.
Ā Suicide Scale, Pain vs Coping Skills
Ā Now there is an understanding that suicide is not simple and selfish. That being suicidal is complex, being suicidal is agonizing. Suicide is can I see as something that occurs when someone can no longer handle the weight of their pain. Pain can come from anything. Different causes of pain inflict different amounts of pain from person to person.
Ā Being alive is a chore to someone who wants to die. Most who continue to live despite being suicidal do it to not hurt others. That, or like me, they want to live and not just survive. For someone who is depressed and thinking of or considering suicide, the scale can be a fragile thing. Weight needs to be applied to personal coping skills. People need resources to survive and need resources to cope with their pain. The weight scale metaphor came from the below site, and the quoted text is very true.Ā
āYou can survive suicidal feelings if you do either of two things: (1) find a way to reduce your pain, or (2) find a way to increase your coping resources. Both are possible.ā ā http://bit.ly/2wkgzeC
Suicide: My Personal View
I support assisted suicide for terminally ill patients, but I do not support it for those who can get better. If you are suicidal, a survivor looking to live, depressed or have thought about suicide you are not alone. Know that while you may think you are alone, you arenāt in feeling what you feel. We are all alone in our heads, but we are all connected. If anything, the void we feel connects us. Sounds weird and Iām still trying to figure it out myself. Hereās a poem I wrote regarding it if poetry is your thing:Ā http://bit.ly/2ugjDLq
I mentioned a few times I myself feel suicidal. I am suicide and self-harm obsessed, using these words straight from the articleĀ Suicide Obsessions: Fear of Killing/Harming YourselfĀ written byĀ Steven J. Seay, Ph.D on steveseay.com. (Itās a good article, I recommend it to understand what I mean.) Trauma and repetitive thought since I was a kid programmed my mind want to self-destruct. More so when I am going through more stress than usual. When I said I wanted to kill myself I meant it, and I fear it. Iāve blacked out in a self-destructive rage before years ago a ended up in the hospital. Ā I didnāt try to kill myself, but I do have a huge scar on my arm from a knife with 2 big scars and a smaller one that looks like I went at my arm 3 times before coming out of it. I fear if that ever happens again, Iāll harm and potentially end myself. Itās like 2 people in my head, one wanting life and one death. This is actually normal, dualistic viewpoints are shared by everyone. Mine are just extreme.
Soldiers at War in Life
I refuse to accept suicide, yet I fear it. Sometimes I want it so bad I add onto plans Iāve pretty much sealed. I, however, do not allow myself in that state of mind to take over. In my current state of mind I want no such thing as death, nor would I consider myself suicidal. Talk to me in 2 days and that can change. When I see my friend in the hospital clinging to life, I fight between planning, considering and assessing damage and getting the thoughts out of my head. I am a soldier, and I am at war in life. If the fire comes, I wonāt jump, Iāll burn first. Thatās what I tell myself, and half believe. Itās a process.
Are you suicidal? Can you relate to me in saying I want to die, but refuse? Are you a soldier in life?
If so, you are a soldier of life.
Simply staying alive seems like a pointless burden, but if you open your eyes to it the world is beautiful, chaos and all. This beautiful chaos is worth fighting to stay alive for. I believe in Existentialism, specifically, that life has no inherent meaning. That there is no reason not to kill yourself. Except, unlike a nihilistic perspective where nothing has any meaning period, Existentialism is about finding purpose. If your life has no meaning, find meaning. We have no inherent reason not to kill ourselves, so we need to find reasons. Weigh down the scale of coping mechanisms and reasons to live. Every bit helps, every small purpose adds up.Ā
If you need to cry for help, vent, talk etc you may reach out to me. Below is my Facebook page which you can easily contact me at, you can see the box below to easily message the page.
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Void connected
Am I The Void?
Am I the void? I asked myself for a time. I thought the answer was an evident yes, With sacrifice, I continue to climb. Understanding foggy yet knowledge closer to access.
Iām not the void; The void is an anchor.
The void connects those who live in separate reality, Most come to this place in their heart at some point. The void connects those moving past themselves and their debris, Unjudging, never ending and powerful, the void you cannot disappoint.
āIf you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at youā
If you can see past the illusion, youāll see the void; reality unedited. Through somber eyes I see through it to you, the void is more powerful than I suspected. Disconnected from false reality though we, and you are not alone no need to feel rejected. Not all, but many are separated from a false reality, those who are void connected.
Are you void connected?
The void; a mass anchor of consciousness for a reality to those who can awaken and see it. Disjoined from false reality, severed by knowledge and awakening which comes with such pain. Severed from one and anchored to another, but the feeling seems like emptiness in your heart.
Broken and beaten down, our minds and sanity seem to split. Through enduring and continuing to suffer, to understand and to maintain. Look within the void, grab the anchor and disallow your mind to contort.
We are all connected through suffering, pain, and vision. Youād know it if you feel alone, but feel burning within the emptiness. Maybe there is more, and you connect to people fictional youāve never met.
Within the void we are all hidden, We are all connected to those whoāve proven readiness. This is but a small understanding and not even the whole picture yet.
Listen to the void whispers, embrace the emptiness to find solace as beyond that is acceptance. When we hear your whispers we will be there with you, through the void. Past the emptiness, you will find a powerful presence. Shatter the glass, all will be revealed once the prison you built for yourself is destroyed.
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I am the void / Am I the void?
Am I the void?
Reality becomes more nonsensical as I learn more, Pain, suffering⦠other things become clearer. After I threw your ashes upon the shore, I see dead eyes when I look within a mirror.
Misunderstood and in another reality than most, Manipulated, perhaps even hated yet I abhor nearly everyone. Other opinions of me affect me like a placebo overdose. Negative feelings towards me hurt like being shot with an empty gun.
Only becauseā¦
No one can see me, Iām a ghost not in your world. What you see is the equivalent to a soulless doll. The soul from this avatar has long been unfurled. Now it eats at this body, possessed by the voids call.
What you see isnāt me, but a faint essence of what Iāve become. I donāt feel the void, I AM the void and Iām recalling whatās left of my essence. The mind in this body has become too awake and the gone numb. My current state of being has become incessant.
Iāve seen a few who reside in similar realities as I do, The void to them usually burning brightly. Though Iāve learned itās impossible to know whatās true. Iāve tried reaching out to some, but when I do this noose grows ever tightly. I choke, ghosts are never truly meant to experience fullness. My reality exists elsewhere as I am a watcher, perhaps itās at the end of a bullet.
I am here to suffer and watch, comfort and hold others pain. Appointed to this, as it was never really my choice, and I want to retire. Being human; aliveā¦the feeling comes and goes but is impossible to sustain. To keep trying is insanity, I am starting to believe I should join you in the fire
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The Void In Sethās Eyes
The world is full of imbalance. Religion worships order while forgetting the chaos that allowed it to begin in the first place. Governments run their countries like circuses and treatĀ their people like cattle, the media spreads apathy so far reaching no one gives a shit anymore. People are sick and dying, meanwhile, pharmacutical companiesĀ use them as guinea pigs for shit they know will have bad side effects. Cancer, aids, fucking Ebolaā¦when will it stop? When will America withdraw from Syria? When will peace fucking exist?
It wonāt. Ever. If it seems it does, itās a lie and youāre in a very bad place.
People ignore the chaos and see only the good, or they try and lie to themselves is more accurate. Or theyĀ are miserable, weak and do nothing. That explainsĀ me perfectly right now. Drained, weak and unable to do anything while I watch life unfold fucking almost everyone I know. I sit and watch the world, depersonalized from myself most of the time, but right now I am stuck in my body and head. Death passed through me with a final goodbye, and the devastation left of the one who died fell in my lap. Alright chaos, I see you cannot leave me alone.
Seth, a God of chaos in Egyptian times. Seth, a human called by his middle name all of his life until he related his name to said God, his first being Seth. Then demanded to be called his real name. I am Seth. Chaos seems to be my God, whether for better or worse, perhaps a gift but more than likely a curse. Strength from being beaten down can only get you so far when your back stops working. I am Seth, and I am God. A God of chaos, a God of a life Iāve left behind me full of lies, regret, and broken dreams. Sacrificed all in the name of myself, my future and my new dreams.
I want to watch the world burn so that I may see it reborn into something better than what it is now. Luckily chaos seems to be preparing the gas for such a flame. No, Iām not deluded enough to think to have any power over such things, but look at the world and tell me what you see. I see a clusterfuck of pieces of shit waiting to fall. Yes, waiting. They arenāt fighting, so they will become a sacrifice.
If you can make sense of this nonsense, maybe youāre fed up to. Or maybe you realize unbalance is ruining everything. Or maybe youāre as crazy as I. Who knows. Welcome to my eyes, welcome to my views. This is just the beginning. Iāve got too much emptiness in me to fill with words, and see too much not to write them. Thatās what we watchers do; watch. When watching the void, what do you see? Nothing, or do you see something?
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Watchers
I watch you, but you cannot see me. Invisible, untouchable and persistent. A ghost in a machine; a man within a dream. A watcher who cannot see. I try to speak, but what you hear isnāt my voice. Voiceless, faceless; lack of true existence. Though I can still watch you from a distance. Your eyes as cold as mine, perhaps I cannot even see you. But I feel you, and I think you sense me. Are we both trapped within the same dream?
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Appreciate what you have even in this chaotic hell
Appreciate what you have in this life. From someone who is constantly stressing over things I donāt have, Iām probably not the best person to say this. But seriously, appreciate what health you have left, the roof over your head and if you have people to fall back on.
Iāll never be a humble person, nor will I ever be satisfied. Not because itās impossible, just highly improbable. Because of this I will always seek ways to do more. While not happy or satisfied I can appreciate the drive living in hell has given me. I cant fall because there is no one to pick me up, so I have to balance weight of bullshit. Just like most of you Iām sure. Either way, even in this chaotic reality we/I live in there is beauty to it. Even the pain, deaths, disasters and of course the good.
And I appreciate that even as fucked up as I am, this chaotic hell amuses me. Even when affecting me directly. āOn todayās episode will I break?ā And I sit back and watch. No, I canāt. Not yet. Iām too strong though Iām depleting my energy. Part of me wants to break, I want to know what Iād do with all Iāve been collecting over the past 20 or so years. Iāve been cracking and fixing myself for quite some time. Just one good hit before this vessel shatters.
Will I be pitiful? Lose my mind? Hurt myself or others? I doubt Iād hurt anyone else. Honestly doubt Iāll break. Not fully. I do appreciate the unpredictable human psyche, and the unpredictable and unforgiving world we live in.
And I hate it all as well.
Iām not sure who I am anymore.
Though I never really knewā¦Iāve always been searching.
Yet I can identify many things crashing to the ground all around me. But these things arenāt me.
I have quite a bit to look forward to it appears. Donāt you? They say today is the first day of the rest of your life. They also say you only live once, so donāt take life so seriously. Gotta have goals.
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Realized I was giving up so I have to try harder
Last few weeks have been miserable. Ive been feeling suicidal, distant and weak. While none of these things are new, they are stronger. Like worse than the past decade.
Suicide Ideation, obsessing about suicide and feeling the future is an story people tell us is worth it like waiting for Santa Clause or something.
Anyways I did a random self test which Iāve included. I think I might be bipolar.
While realizing I have been worse than I have in a long time I realized something. I have to try harder. Iām done doing this myself. After a year of refusing to see a therapist, I called one and saw her a few days later. Trying to connect with more people, even if it feels like a chore. And my psychiatrist put me on a new drug, newish anyways Iāve been on it before 10 or so years ago. Lamictal, for bipolar after sharing concerns of bipolar.
Letās see what happens. Not really the giving up type. I feel miserable but whatās life without a bit of misery? No idea, but itās life and I donāt plan to kill myself. I plan to prevent myself from doing so in any possible way.
http://bit.ly/2y3aTHB
Hanging on my a thread, have felt soul sucking depression worse than I have this entire decade for the last 5 days. Sometimes the voice in the back of my head is curious how I will break, and sometimes it's not even there. I prefer when it is. I attribute it to chemical bullshit and lack of conviction in my desires. My bloods almost run dry, those surviving on my donations may have to look elsewhere soon.
Ā My View of Suicide is...
Ā An old friend of mine hung himself recently and lies in a coma in an overcrowded hospital. He is receiving brain drainage and has to use a respirator to stay alive. There are other machines I don't quite understand which keep him alive.
Ā Seeing him in the hospital nailed the coffin in the suicide by hanging idea. I had been thinking about it a lot, suicide by hanging, for the last few weeks. (Thinking, not planning) Even before Chester Bennington (the lead singer of Linken Park) hung himself. Chester did it in the same way as my friend. Anyways, my original interest came from an old story of a God who hung himself whom I relate to quite a bit. But this God did not commit suicide, he killed a part of himself by sacrifice to gain something. I hope that ends up being the result of my friends hanging, I hope he will get gain something and get help as a result. Brain damage and death aren't off the table, unfortunately, as I said he is in a coma.
Ā Suicide is Misunderstood
Ā Suicide as a whole is a very misunderstood topic. Some people cannot understand why or how someone could take their own life. I can understand it. I want to kill myself too.
Some people cannot understand why or how someone could take their own life. I can understand it. I want to kill myself too.
I can understand it. I want to kill myself too.
I want to kill myself too.
Ā The Fear of Suicide and Hell
Ā Some think you'll go to hell if you commit suicide. I've had religious people express that they would kill themselves were there no hell to fear. They were so depressed, but eternal hellfire is scarier than 40-60 more years of it, right? That the fire of hell inspired them not to, so fear kept them from doing it. The aftermath of suicide on people who believe this who lose someone to suicide must be brutal.
Ā Is suicide Selfish?
Ā Suicide is usually summed up as selfish. This because of the agony that people who are the victim's survivor feel. People cannot understand how someone could leave others in so much pain.
Ā How can someone kill themselves and leave people behind? How can someone kill themselves and when they have friends? How can someone kill themselves and when they have parents they're leaving behind? How can someone kill themselves and when they have good lives?
Ā To understand these questions you have to understand their internal struggles. Chances are you don't, and chances are you can't. When it comes down to it, it's simply pain versus the ability to deal with that pain. When you're trapped in a burning building on the 60th floor, do you jump or try to survive and end up burning to death? I'd bet most would jump. In a suicidal person mind that is what is going on. When the fire gets too hot, you jump. Likewise with life, when the pain is too great, someone who is suicidal will usually act. Suicide isn't simple. Suicide isn't pure selfishness.
Ā Suicide Scale, Pain vs Coping Skills
Ā Now there is an understanding that suicide is not simple and selfish. That being suicidal is complex, being suicidal is agonizing. Suicide is can I see as something that occurs when someone can no longer handle the weight of their pain. Pain can come from anything. Different causes of pain inflict different amounts of pain from person to person.
Ā Being alive is a chore to someone who wants to die. Most who continue to live despite being suicidal do it to not hurt others. That, or like me, they want to live and not just survive. For someone who is depressed and thinking of or considering suicide, the scale can be a fragile thing. Weight needs to be applied to personal coping skills. People need resources to survive and need resources to cope with their pain. The weight scale metaphor came from the below site, and the quoted text is very true.Ā
"You can survive suicidal feelings if you do either of two things: (1) find a way to reduce your pain, or (2) find a way to increase your coping resources. Both are possible." - https://www.metanoia.org/suicide/
Suicide: My Personal View
I support assisted suicide for terminally ill patients, but I do not support it for those who can get better. If you are suicidal, a survivor looking to live, depressed or have thought about suicide you are not alone. Know that while you may think you are alone, you aren't in feeling what you feel. We are all alone in our heads, but we are all connected. If anything, the void we feel connects us. Sounds weird and I'm still trying to figure it out myself. Here's a poem I wrote regarding it if poetry is your thing:Ā http://throughsethseyes.com/void-connected/ I mentioned a few times I myself feel suicidal. I am suicide and self-harm obsessed, using these words straight from the articleĀ Suicide Obsessions: Fear of Killing/Harming YourselfĀ written byĀ Steven J. Seay, Ph.D on steveseay.com. (It's a good article, I recommend it to understand what I mean.) Trauma and repetitive thought since I was a kid programmed my mind want to self-destruct. More so when I am going through more stress than usual. When I said I wanted to kill myself I meant it, and I fear it. I've blacked out in a self-destructive rage before years ago a ended up in the hospital. Ā I didn't try to kill myself, but I do have a huge scar on my arm from a knife with 2 big scars and a smaller one that looks like I went at my arm 3 times before coming out of it. I fear if that ever happens again, I'll harm and potentially end myself. It's like 2 people in my head, one wanting life and one death. This is actually normal, dualistic viewpoints are shared by everyone. Mine are just extreme.
Soldiers at War in Life
I refuse to accept suicide, yet I fear it. Sometimes I want it so bad I add onto plans I've pretty much sealed. I, however, do not allow myself in that state of mind to take over. In my current state of mind I want no such thing as death, nor would I consider myself suicidal. Talk to me in 2 days and that can change. When I see my friend in the hospital clinging to life, I fight between planning, considering and assessing damage and getting the thoughts out of my head. I am a soldier, and I am at war in life. If the fire comes, I won't jump, I'll burn first. That's what I tell myself, and half believe. It's a process. Are you suicidal? Can you relate to me in saying I want to die, but refuse? Are you a soldier in life? If so, you are a soldier of life.
Simply staying alive seems like a pointless burden, but if you open your eyes to it the world is beautiful, chaos and all. This beautiful chaos is worth fighting to stay alive for. I believe in Existentialism, specifically, that life has no inherent meaning. That there is no reason not to kill yourself. Except, unlike a nihilistic perspective where nothing has any meaning period, Existentialism is about finding purpose. If your life has no meaning, find meaning. We have no inherent reason not to kill ourselves, so we need to find reasons. Weigh down the scale of coping mechanisms and reasons to live. Every bit helps, every small purpose adds up.Ā
If you need to cry for help, vent, talk etc you may reach out to me. Below is my Facebook page which you can easily contact me at, you can see the box below to easily message me here. Original post: http://throughsethseyes.com/suicidal-obsessions-thoughts-and-views/
Fuck Reality.
I'm tired.
Chaos
as i stare at my half smoked cigarette i realize life goes on without you noticing it days pass in an instant you meet people you socialize you make friends but will they ever care about you? i realized men and women live their lives without ever calling someone truly their special i realize life is chaosā¦. chaos that we live in chaos that makes us humans some fight against chaos some hate chaos but i realize chaos is the only thing that makes us feel alive uncertainty fear the basic emotions that were with us since the beginning o the sweet beginning when we had dreams when we thought we could be someone when we thought we would be loved when we thought we are unique i realize now we are chaotic and we are many way too many to be known way too many to make ever lasting relationships we are all alone and that alone makes you go forward to change we seek change but why? i realized through a cigarette we are burning away in our own chaos chaos we destroy ourselves we destroy our dreams we destroy our hopes and oh why why do we do such terribly things to ourselves? its simple because its easy we live and we die whats after our petty lies our petty lives? chaos
An ugly truth.
Am I the void?
Reality becomes more nonsensical as I learn more, Pain, suffering... other things become clearer. After I threw your ashes upon the shore, I see dead eyes when I look within a mirror. Misunderstood and in another reality than most, Manipulated, perhaps even hated yet I abhor nearly everyone. Other opinions of me affect me like a placebo overdose. Negative feelings towards me hurt like being shot with an empty gun. Only because⦠No one can see me, Iām a ghost not in your world. What you see is the equivalent to a soulless doll. The soul from this avatar has long been unfurled. Now it eats at this body, possessed by the voids call. What you see isnāt me, but a faint essence of what Iāve become. I donāt feel the void, I AM the void and Iām recalling whatās left of my essence. The mind in this body has become too awake and the gone numb. My current state of being has become incessant. Iāve seen a few who reside in similar realities as I do, The void to them usually burning brightly. Though Iāve learned itās impossible to know whatās true. Iāve tried reaching out to some, but when I do this noose grows ever tightly. I choke, ghosts are never truly meant to experience fullness. My reality exists elsewhere as I am a watcher, perhaps itās at the end of a bullet. I am here to suffer and watch, comfort and hold others pain. Appointed to this, as it was never really my choice, and I want to retire. Being human; aliveā¦the feeling comes and goes but is impossible to sustain. To keep trying is insanity, I am starting to believe I should join you in the fireĀ
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