To have such an existence
Where you don't understand
The things that go through your head
Or the emotions you feel
And the ones you lack
Looking at a day
Without anticipation
For what it has in store for you
It's been a long time
Since I was sincerely excited
For something in my life
I mean
I do feel it
Every now and again
But it usually just withers away
With each passing hour
Then it just becomes like everything else
I don't aspire to work on social skills
To work on my eating habits
Having a striving notion to become something useful
Instead of an individual
Who does literally nothing with their existence
Aside from only
Existing
Nothing beneficial to the ones I love
Nothing beneficial to ones who enjoy my presence
I do nothing
But exist.
I can't remember when the last time I cared was
It's been such a long time
It's affected so much
I mean
I'm happy
I don't dwell on problems
My stress doesn't fluctuate
To the worse
But ultimately
I should stress
I should care
There's things I can't do
Unless I care enough to do them
Then the things I care about
Will guide me
To my dreams I once had
I once aspired to reach
Because this whole
Not caring thing
Is getting old
But it's been such a long time
Such a huge part of my life
What if I feel empty without it
Even more empty than I feel now
Who knows
Because I sure don't
And I don't think anyone else does
Since its personal turmoil
All I can do is wait
And see
Where a life
Without Guidance
Takes me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem