Poetry, Written Words

Bingewatching

We watch to escape
Watch to forget
Our problems disappear as they fill us up with hopes and dreams.
All these stories help me forget mine
Forget how wrong it all felt before I started

I want to get lost
Get sucked into their world
Far away from my own
Their lives are better
Prettier
Nastier

I prefer it that way
It makes me feel so small
Like all my thoughts were stupid
And that I should take life for granted

For what if
But it isn’t so I shouldn’t need to escape for 7 hours without stops just rolling and rolling
Letting the screen fill me up with longings and laughers that aren’t my own
They’re fake for I am not there with them

I am alone
My problems stay
My life is the same in the morning
You can’t run away from the stuff you don’t want to face
But it just feels so good
And once in a while it’s okay

It’s okay to escape

Poetry, Written Words

Too much

When there’s too much, I give up.
When all seems lost, I just want to sleep.
When all is right, it falls apart the minute it’s gone.
I put too much on the table and end up with nothing in my hands.

All these thoughts and pressures help nobody but the stress-minions in my body.
They grow stronger for every minute, trying to make it all okay.
Trying to become the person the world is telling me to be.
Clever, smart, brilliant, unique, thin and special.
All in one day.
All in one hour.

But it’s too much.
So I give up.

I stop trying for either way I know I will fail.
Know I can’t do it all in one day.
So why even try.

It’s all too much.