They called me gullible for believing everything they said The laughed at my kindness because they thought it was absurd They burnt me alive with their words

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They called me gullible for believing everything they said The laughed at my kindness because they thought it was absurd They burnt me alive with their words
The horrors die with us
The known and unknown
All the isolation
All the devastation
No continued witness
The absolute inability to connect with another human being
All the disbelieving
There's nothing more cruel than to be a child asking for help only to be told that you're the problem
There is no autonomy
Starvation at the hands of the community as much as any other
Burning screams
But there's nothing left that we can do
All that's left is death
And for the horrors to die with us
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Imperfect words
They pour out at irregular intervals
Hoping for the right people to find them
Everything resting on the open air
Until they too disappear
I fear I'm broadcasting pure despair
Perhaps one day I will understand
Or perhaps I won't
The hope that I once chose has long since left me
The dark staircase in my mind that goes down eternally tells me there is no end
Pattern recognition tells me that the cycles are inescapable
There's some truth to it
But there's also truth in the changes
Things have improved despite everything
I know I hit the limit years ago
The limit of what I can do on my own
In the environments I have lived
The limit exists
But I wonder if that will change too
Perhaps for the better
Perhaps for the worse
Living through it all takes it's toll
The very heart that I was given was ripped from me with a soul
Even if it regrows it'll always be different
Emotions are complicated
Like the seasons
There is no defined line between them
It's difficult to navigate when it's still all so new
But I'm no youth
The expectation of me and my reality are yet again misaligned
I can't help but try
Earnestly trying my best
Holding everything I don't understand yet
But still confined to speaking one emotion at a time
Simple
Not easy
But simple
Certainty
Out of necessity
There wasn't much to know in the matter of emotions
I had just awoken
Everything existed in the moment
No memories could be spoken
Straightforward
Surviving
The rivers of fate flow
The more I'm exposed to it the less I know
How much can we truly change
What is the real range of our autonomy
Am I truly human
I can see it all so clearly
The connections that bind us all
The unexpected consequence of a single conversation
The weights of words changing
The drowning cries of unlucky souls being pulled under
None of us are truly alone
But the past lingers a little too long
Despair is a beacon
Promising freedom
With the finality of an end
There is no escaping
Without something breaking
You've already tried every other way
Counting down days
Counting your prayers
Wondering how much more you can take
One thing is certain
Life's final curtain
Change will hunt us all eternally
Pure isolation
A fish in a naked tank
Stripped of all freedoms
On display but nobody's watching
How long will it survive
Water slowly turning to poison
With no food to eat
There is no escaping this life
Everything feels so artificial
People parroting phrases out of habit
I'm spending all my time on interactions I'll never understand
"It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all"
It makes survival harder
Not knowing what could have been can be such a blessing
Not having to know all the things you are missing
To feel both extremes
Care
Disinterest
Feeling feelings that you never knew existed
How do you navigate it
Everything
Nothing
Every interaction there's something I'm missing
Orphan of the stars
No constellation claims me
No answers from the heavens
Despite all the years of praying
I can see the other side
I can see there's people waving
Between us a great divide
The people keep on changing
There is no one that's waiting
So I stand on the edge of the bridge I started building
My lifes efforts to connect and it's barely started moving
Profound sorrow
I'm just floating along its river
Waiting for the sea to start
Will the waves send me to the shore
Or bury me in the sea
All these people speak of loyalty
The desire for companionship
They tell me all this
Just to leave me behind
All the words feel empty
A house abandoned
Dead air where there were promises of life
Who will stay by your side?
All these people looking me in the eye
Just to feed me a beautiful lie
Chronically sad? Empty? Despairing?
No matter what words I use to describe it's never enough
It demands to be seen but recoils when touched
Just writing in a book for myself isn't good enough
So it goes to empty blogs where in theory people can see
But the only one reading anything is me
theres this sorrow woven into my soul
stitched in from the very beginning
reinforced with experience
there is no escaping the stitches that hold me together
no amount of dye changes the fabric that soaks it
no amount of darning can repair the damage that has been done
for it has been there since my birth
the very foundations that mould my bones
threads sunk deep into my soul