A Life Without Love
A sonnet about losing trust in affection
By Deana ContastePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Rather than commendable living
Love is the slowest type of self destruction
Self destruction is an approach to tell god
"You can't fire me", "I QUIT!!!"
Self destruction is effortless
It's just love that damages
I'm useless
I disdain myself
I disdain my life
There is zero excuse to live
I'm tired of crying
Burnt out on attempting
Definitely, I'm grinning
yet, inside, I'm biting the dust
I'm going to draw an image
An image with a turn
I'll draw it with a razorblade
I'll draw it on my wrist
"Where is my adoration?"
"Where is my expectation?"
"Where is my motivation to live?"
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About the Creator
Deana Contaste
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.
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