Well someone was bound to mention it, so it might as well be me.
When I heard the title of VWC2 I have to say it was my immediate thought, but that's probably because I'm a sufferer and we can tend to get a bit self-absorbed. (ok so I can only really speak for myself...)
To me the idea of 'the dead that never lived' made me automatically think of zombies, which then took me directly to depression without passing go or collecting £200 (yes technically I know zombies lived once, but that's a mere detail...)
So my meagre offering to proceedings (taking a different random direction) and an avenue to explore - that of those people who aren't really living but merely existing...
(Jeff i'm thinking of this as part of my 10x10 offering next month??)
(it's meant to be read out with humour and irony - not woe is me style..)
Like anyone, I have ‘Down’ days
Tell me, do you fantasize during your ‘Down’ days?
And when I say fantasize, I mean it.
As in Fantasy – Fantastic – Fantastic!
I also have hot tears streaming down my face,
When I fantasize
Because however much I want it,
It won’t become reality.
I haven’t the courage.
Tonight, my fantasy was taking a hot bath.
Taking a sharp blade to my wrists,
While taking a hot bath.
And I want to.
I fantasize on the oblivion it will bring.
The fantasies stop me sleeping.
I so desperately want to sleep.
If only for the (somewhat shorter) oblivion it will bring.
But I cry hot tears,
Because I can’t run that bath
I can’t bloody that blade
I can’t hurt the people I love
I can’t leave them to clear up the mess,
That was my life.
Apparently, I have low self-worth.
So if I loved myself as I love them,
Would it make my fantasies sweeter?
Where is my life-coach to tell me how to think?
And what should I think when she’s not here? –
…And how should I think it?
And so until she returns, I want to stop thinking…
To stop thinking…
…would be an oblivion of the mind.
Now that’s a fantasy I could go for.
see you soon