Irene's Book of poems

Lost

I find myself surrounded by emptiness, a vast void that engulfs me. It feels as though I have lost my way, causing immense pain and a sense of being scared and alone. While many may understand my struggle, unfortunately, there is no one to offer assistance or support.

I have tried to place myself in different situations, attempting to find a place where I belong, but none of them seem to fit. My sanity is deteriorating rapidly, as every piece of myself is being sacrificed to the void. It grows darker and more suffocating with each passing day.

In an attempt to bring myself back to reality, I resort to self-inflicted pain. Somehow, this act provides a temporary relief, though it may be seen as unsettling or even psychopathic to others, it is a truth I cannot deny.

The words "You're nothing, you're nobody, you'd die alone" echo in my mind, and despite the painful laughter they evoke, I cannot help but see the truth in them. In moments of reflection, I try to convince myself that these words are lies, but deep down, I know they hold some degree of truth.

I constantly strive to create a world within this world, a place where I belong and find solace. However, the harder I try, the more I feel compelled to give up, as I convince myself that there is no point in my efforts. The reassurances that everything will be fine eventually, that we all will find peace, are nothing more than empty lies designed to keep us going.

There are countless thoughts and emotions within me, but they elude expression through mere words.