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At wit's and rope's end,

I cried out for care,

since despite my searching

no one was there.

I wanted connection

just one last time

a stranger preferred

no reason or rhyme.

I'd reached the end

of my despair,

and there was one face

I wished would show care.

But I would not break down

and make that call,

for fear they would feel

they'd already given their all.

So I went to the store

to drown all my pain,

and forget about living

while I circled the drain.

And right there in front of me

a vision so great;

my favorite person

served up on a plate.

My heart stopped, stomach clenched,

my eyes didn't believe,

I turned and ran

lest he see my heart on my sleeve.

Vulnerable, transparent,

a total mess,

I knew he'd see truth;

I'd have to confess.

And the dilemma it seems

is quite bittersweet;

the one who brings calm

also ushers defeat.

If the problem pervading--

even though in my head--

is brought on by another,

how can I seek him, instead?

To see that which you desire

and also fear most,

is a bit like witnessing

a departed friend's ghost.

Will I despair or relax,

will I find stress or serenity,

will I hold strong or collapse,

decisions feel like an eternity.

Panicked, uncertain,

the moment surreal,

I ran for my death

since I could not feel.

At the bottom, engaging in

acts of despair, I wanted not

to see concern or a

sliver of care.

I didn't want disdain,

or disgust or remorse,

no faked smiles feigned

as a matter of course.

Don't see me at my worst,

I can't lie to you,

I don't want pity,

I just want to be through.

Marking time....the revelation

There was nothing wrong with my day, really.


But I kept bursting into tears every ten minutes,
anyway. Deep, sobbing, purging tears from all
kinds of grief and despair and loneliness. And, no,
I didn't feel better after the cleansing purge.

My mind is filled with obsessive thoughts that
haunt me, and no matter what I do I can't be rid
of them. I'm disgusted and fed up, and I'm sick
of the issue of "not having any control over anything"
extending to my own mind and emotions.

How can I work a job when I am red-eyed and
prone to weeping hysterically?

How can I plan a future when at any moment I
am likely to turn apathetic and suicidal?

How can I have any kind of connection to anyone
when I am so completely disconnected and distraught?

Other people handle this on their own.
Other people can figure out how to get religion.
Other people can at least hide it and fake it well
enough to get by.
Other people get something from social interaction.
Other people are foreign and confusing and isolated.

I do know a few things, proving I do listen and
pick up stuff on occasion.
*People don't really want to hear your problems.
*If they do listen politely, they expect you to solve the
problem after having discussed it; don't suffer from
the same problem continuously.
*No matter how trustworthy they seem, people talk.
*People are too busy with their own lives; people who
have something to live for don't need to get distracted.
*Shiny and new beats out old and familiar every time.
*Folks like to assume more than they like to listen.
*Folks say one thing and mean another most of the time
("Call me," "Let me know if I can help," and other
offerings are used to avoid immediate contact.)

I just am not, never have been, and never will be
complete on my own. I am needy and an open wound
and can't get fixed. I don't want to feel this any more.

Truth is an illusion. This world is about lies, cheating,
manipulation, games-playing, withholding, denial,
betrayal, gossip, indirectness, blowing smoke up ass,
hypocrisy, two-facedness, duplicity, insincerity, egotism,
selfishness, disconnectedness, avoidance, cruelty, pretense,
and self preservation.

I won't lie; I would love to be able to become someone
who is master of all those things. But I can't even do
that right. I'm tired of being a victim, and you can't
change your stripes. I'm not mercenary, I can't fake
it, and I can't fight it.

Knowing that other people--somewhere, not here--feel
this way too (and are unwilling or unable to share it)
does not mean anything to me. I need to numb out my
head, my heart, my body...somehow, some way...be it
temporary or otherwise.