Alive, yet dead.

By IDGAFuck

When i had love, i wanted a relationship.
Now i have a relationship and suddenly i find myself looking for love.
Such are the simple complications of life,
that we're always looking for solutions to our problem,
When you've found a solution, does the problem matter anymore?
My entire life i've been burdened,
i've been expected to do better, to be better, to strive forward
but what if i'm happy where i am?
What if all these expectations are the only thing reducing this happiness?
What if these expectations lead me to a point where i have life but i long for death?
What if i gift myself death and when i have death, i start longing for life again?

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Published on Tuesday, May 23, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Alive, yet dead."

On Wednesday, May 24, 2017, Just Dave (448) wrote:

Love the whole poem but the last line is particularly profound. Sometimes we don't know what we want. I'm attracted to hispanic women yet married the whitest Irish Rose out there. LOL. Great write. JD
On Wednesday, May 24, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

I like to think of it as having solutions (which I have many in storage) looking for problems to solve IDGAF. You have reached a very sensible conclusion and enjoyed the mental process as described by you. Cheers and welcome to DP! - Dan
A former member wrote: There's a no return policy on death! Even if you keep you're receipt! Stay with us, I'll make tea
On Tuesday, May 23, 2017, starlitbelle (21) wrote:

this. just this.