POEM#005
i dont feel depressed because that would imply there is something that mades me happy. what once made me happy, what i thought was happyness, is just a illusion to pass time. time didnt exist in that zone.
i dont feel like im in a abyss or void because there is no darkness in my life. i know why everything exists and how and if i don't, then i learn. and if its wrong, i dont care because it makes sence it my head.
i dont feel suicidal because i dont feel there is a difference from being alive or dead. the only thing that makes me alive now is the fact that im breathing.
i dont feel connected this world, to this life, to religion, to anything that even the most articulate mind could conjure because im not part of this temperary existance.
i dont feel nothingness because that would imply that there once was something.
i dont feel alone because i never had anyone. parents only love because you are their kid. selfish bastards. friends never last and possesions are never satisfying enough.
i dont feel hollow because that would imply that there is something containing my emptiness.
i dont feel hate because there is no gratification.
i dont feel unique because i have nothing more then anyone else.
i dont feel crazy because what's normal in this world.
i dont feel that words can explain how i feel because
i just simply dont feel.
