I’m dying inside
Dying from my inability to create
Create my ideas, my passions, my dreams
Make them reality
Working on others’ dreams
Shelving my future
Not bitter but rather feel my soul rotting
Ideas rotting from just sitting out in the open
No efforts to bring them into existence
Aborted before even being given a chance
Before life was even breathed into them
Because I was to busy working on the dreams of others
No time made for what clearly is part of my soul
To make it worse I judge those who give up on their dreams
They at least tried
I’m not sad but rather depressed
No one to blame but me
I have all the power in my life
And I’m giving it to others
To control my time and my future
Is this what a chained dog feels like
Controlled by masters
Have I not learn I’m the master of my life
To live and die at the same time
Live to work for others
While my passions and dreams die
Depression is born in this place
I’m dying by my own hand
I’m left to revolt against myself
The weaker the two wolves must die
The stronger one will break from his chains
He will run free, his time belongs to him
Living for his dreams
Today I stop dying inside
I will create my life, on my terms, on the foundation of my dreams
Day #213 SJD
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