Trigger warning: mental illness, depression, depressing thoughts
Note: This is just a little poem about how I feel inside my head. Kind of as a way to get it out there, rather than repressing it inside myself. The repeated verse is what's constantly going through my mind all day. It's my reality as a recent graduate of 2017, having no clue where my passion is, or what I'm doing with my life, the best I have right now is poetry and writing.
I have words and imagination
I have paper and pens
But zero motivation
I have a keyboard and auto-correct
I feel nothing
I am worthless
I am pointless
I am nothing
Between my phone and hand is glue
All my friends at my fingertips
Yet I still feel blue
Phone bills and no job
I feel nothing
I am worthless
I am pointless
I am nothing
Words and advice
In one ear, out the other
Stress expands like a grain of rice
As the water boils and steams
I feel nothing
I am worthless
I am pointless
I am nothing
The outside is scary
I'm afraid I am lazy
So my legs remain hairy
The only one wearing pants at the beach
I feel nothing
I am worthless
I am pointless
I am nothing
I suffer anxiety
I suffer depression
I suffer PTSD
With all these illnesses. . .
I feel nothing
I am worthless
I am pointless
I am nothing
About the Creator
Donia Schenkels
Just a poet that knows it doesn’t rhyme with poet.
I like to focus on our modern world in my writing, because let’s face it, if schools want to teach poetry, make it useful and understandable to today’s students. Language changes with time.
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