I collect items to make me feel whole
I’ve become lost in it
I hold them, greedy in my hands
Counting them
like a pirate would count their plunder
black eyed and cautious
I surround myself with pretty things
to fill a void
to make me feel good enough
for this world
that buys stuff and more stuff
and better stuff
and all I’ve found
is that no amount of stuff
makes you feel less empty.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing

2 replies

  1. Materialism is a never ending cycle and you can never fill the void. I really loved the poem


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