a poem i wrote when i was in pretty bad place i mean im not 100 percent now but yk ye
starved for recognition
i do not know when this feeling started
but ever since it did my joy has departed
i spend each day hoping that its my last
for i cannot see the future as i am stuck in the past
my self belief once so high
is now just a memory or a cloud in the sky
my thoughts just worsen by the day
i do not know how much longer i can stay
all i wish is to start life again
they say it gets better but they never say when
as i sit here alone and destressed
i do not know when i wasnt depressed
i just hope i can be forgiven
idc where i go but i know its not heaven
@nobodysfavourite
Here’s a spontaneous poem just for you:
For better or worse, others often think they see us when they only see projections of themselves.
When seeking recognition, whether for good or ill, who’s being recognized?
Recognition can be a convenient advantage, but it’s best not to view it as critical.
Feelings can be unpredictable. We can feel gray on a sunny day, or feel sunny on a gray day.
Ask any athlete, fumble the ball and confidence disappears – for a while. The memory of confidence or lack of it appears and disappears, very much like clouds, yet they both create and point to actual evidence.
Remembering confidence invites its return.
Thoughts worsen by the day – until they don’t.
With each awakening, life starts again.
With each awakening, you’re a different person, with at least one more day’s wisdom and experience.
Does it get better?
Maybe it’s better when it doesn’t get worse, but it’s better because we learn how to make the best of it.
Maybe hope makes it better.
Maybe it would’ve been better if we hadn’t given up.
Without condemnation, there’s no need to forgive, and there is no condemnation.
I can’t define Heaven, but if you don’t end up there, I don’t want to be there either.
I don’t even know what to say thank you so much that really had a lot of meaning behind it ive never felt so much emotion from any other set of words thank you 💙
You are not alone
Celebrating your poem , I turned it into a song
Started <<<< listen to it
@Alphish thank you but im unsure of how to listen to it sorry hahahha
@nobodysfavourite This poem seems like a confession. I see the light here, "i spend each day hoping that its my last".
@HealingwithMinionn im not sure what you mean but thanks i guess 😂
@nobodysfavourite lol, it's okay. I implied it, you will get it 🧐
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NsZ9ntfgWWjDwWFCux3zzvhssVGM5jjH/view?usp=drivesdk
I think this might work
