Musings of a Loser

Deprivation and starvation.
Leeching: my main feature.
You sense it, yes!
Away you push me,
And I keep longing forevermore...

The mind constantly plays tricks
To get you closer to your goal;
This, I'll never win!
This rhyme is how you treat me:
So briefly, devoid of feelings, so cold...

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Can you hear it?
The rhythm is gone;
My pen, abandoned
Becoming just an useless quill...
Writing without feeling
Is like penning with no ink.

But I will give it one more try
For the sake of misery...

This is my being:
Can you find my heart?
Is it possible the fragments
Aren't completely pulverized?
I fear this is turning
Too emotional...
Too much for you to bear...

Hold your tongue (the night is silent),
Hold your thoughts,
I don't need more venom (Remember?, my system's collapsing).
Yes, you're right;
This is shapeless, amorphous (whatever!),
A shame for the art of feeling.
Take a closer look inside minds,
Chaos is exactly what you'll find...

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Hunger prevailed for longer;
Charity is a new concept.
Find me its meaning!
That is my mind: the one you don't notice,
This is me... the one you don't care about.

These thoughts are how you make me feel:
So small, so senseless, so cold...