Tag: spilled ink

ED

The value of my existence has been
stripped down to a figure.
Input. Output.
I waste away into numbers until all I am is
the addition and subtraction
of nutrients. Of calories and carbs and fats and proteins.
I have pushed myself
out and left
an empty shell

Tired

Of being tired
Of feeling like I’m not

              good enough

alive                happy

         loved. 

Of loneliness
emptiness

            unexplainable sadness.

Of living in fear of the parts of
myself I can’t control. 
Of feeling, 
of living;
of it all. 

Unconditional

Unconditional love is loving someone even though you know they will never love you back in the same way. It is continuing to spend time with that person even though being with them sometimes hurts; because your love for them is more than the pain. It is remembering how they’ve hurt you, knowing it might happen again, and still choosing to spend time with them. Because no matter how much it might hurt to be around them, it hurts a lot more to be without them.