For the past few days, I’d been suffering from–what I call–Writer’s Depression.
I got to a point that I no longer know what I want with my life.
That I was no longer sure if I should pursue on this writing path I’m in.
My real profession is also in vain.
I felt so pathetic and helpless.
I felt so useless even to my family.
That what I earn is never enough for my family.
That I thought of leaving this world for good.
I wished to sleep forever.
But I fought it.
I know those thoughts were not true.
A lot of people cares about me.
I’m in a plateau state of my current profession.
My writing career is only about to start, after I finished polishing this manuscript I’m working on.
Suicide is not an option.
I told myself:
I’m a fighter. I’m not giving up on this. I’ve been on this writing world for 9 long years and I can’t just stop now.
I’m still young. I have a long way to go. There are still a lot of people in this world who likes to read like me.
If I’m gone, would you miss me?
Would you say world’s different without me?
I seriously doubt that
I never affected you the way you did to me
I’m just a trusted friend
Nothing more, nothing less
Maybe in another life
Maybe if I’m prettier
If I’m thinner
Or maybe taller
Or even fairier
But I’m still here
Always willing to listen
To understand you
To comfort you
Anything you want
For now, I’ll be your trusted friend
Until maybe in another life
You can finally see me…
(Free Verse IV)
~ a poem inspired by Katy Perry’s Song The One That Got Away
~ while editing / revising my novel, poetry muse strikes me even while commuting
I miss you
I miss the way we were
I miss the way you open up to me
No holds barred
Now, there’s a gap I can’t bridge
A wall I can’t penetrate
If only I can turn back the time
But I never regret any of that
No matter the reason
Was it just lust or passion?
I don’t really want to know
I’m afraid of knowing the truth
Afraid of getting hurt
Although I already am
But I still want you
I still want to be with you
I don’t know what’s wrong
It’s complicated, yet it’s simple
It’s a ridiculous thought
It’s a gap I could no longer bridge
I don’t even know why am I doing this
I miss you, don’t you know that?
I want to be with you
I don’t want you to go
But I’m confused as well as afraid
Of totally falling for you
Because I know you too well
I know what you’re capable of
I know how many hearts you broke
But I trust you well enough
To yield to you
I don’t know if it’s wrong
I don’t know what’s right
I am confused
I don’t know how to refuse
You, of all people
I’m such a fool
You are just using me
Yet I am still here
With broken heart and wounded soul
I can’t just let you go
Because after all we’ve been through
I still want you
I still want your arms around me
But, I don’t know if you feel that, too
I swore to myself that I would finish my second run of editing this current novel I’m working on before the year ends. I did it. It was the reading it out loud phase. I caught few errors. I even deleted the boring parts and revised a lot with the help of my trusted friend/critic. I had to stop working on the sequel because I need to focus on editing this and even the whole plotline changed. It nullifies my previous sequels. It’s even a trilogy… awww. Now I have to rewrite them again. Everything. I will… soon.
Not that I’m complaining. It was my fault. I hurried the story. I just wanted to write and write without thinking through the whole story. Maybe because I’d written it when I was in my junior and senior years in college–which has nothing to do with writing–and my schedules were kind of hectic.
But no regrets. I had fun in the process. I don’t mind how many bondpapers and inks I have to waste throughout the years of my writing. I enjoyed everything. From cultivating the idea “what if…” until the tiring process of revision and editing.
I’ll probably let it rest for few days then I’ll deal with the finishing touches.
I hope, then, I can finally share it to the world…