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1. Blameless Ennui stripped of all that is important
everything has gone away
existance has become a chore
stealing my life each day
one by one
my silent tears fall
draining me of emotion
'till I have none left at all
turning off all reactions
nothing can affect me
my life has no meaning
yet one feeling slipped free
this one still remains
haunting me day and night
I knew if I take my life
it would not be right
passing over into the dark
leaves all those behind
how would they feel
it tortures my mind
this life is not my own
to give or to take
I live for those who care
though my life is now a fake
This was a n older poem I hope. Is it still true today? Have you found you and stopped faking? I hope beyond hope that you have. Because to live purely for others is not a favor, but a self-asessed prison. Live for yourself, even it it means hurting the ones you love, yet hold you back...