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2026/04/21 - Suffering


Desire, Why?

Knowledge. She craved knowledge, she needed it. Her cursory expertise in certain areas constantly nagged at her mind. She needed to... understand. She had to, lest she continue suffering. And she didn't want to be miserable. Or did she? No use going there again.

- - -

Taylor glanced up as a woman approached with an armful of books. She had long black hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed recently.

"You like readin'?" Taylor said, trying to make conversation as the woman set her books down on the checkout counter.

- - -

She stood there, only somewhat cognizant of her surroundings. What was she doing here again? Knowledge... she needed knowledge. How would she get it in... whatever this place was, though?

- - -

The woman appeared to be... saying something under her breath, and had a confused look in her eyes as she stared straight ahead at nothing. Okay, whatever, Taylor thought as she started scanning the barcodes on the many books. That woman sure did buy a lot; there were books on essentially all topics, from philosophy to math to... a cookbook? Huh. Halfway through, they started getting... odd. Taylor tried not to look at the covers. Who was she to judge? But then again...

"Hey, why..." Taylor trailed off as she looked up and saw that the woman was gone.

- - -

She stumbled out the door of that place, bumping into the walking corpses. She... she needed knowledge, yes. Why? Because... she... yearned to understand, yes. So much to learn, so much she didn't know... She paced around the concrete, talking through it. Where could she start? She needed... books. Yes, books. Was there somewhere she could get books? Yes, she was near it. She stumbled toward it and entered.

- - -

Taylor stood there confused for a moment. Why had the woman... left? Taylor didn't see her anywhere near. Oh well, she was an odd one anyway.

- - -

Books, she needed books, books would give her knowledge, and she needed knowledge. She blindly grabbed some books, then stood there for a bit. She needed to do something, right? Yes, she walked toward the... the checkout, and set her books down. Hopefully the corpse here would check out the books fast, as she needed knowledge. Knowledge, yes that was why she was here.

- - -

Taylor started as a stack of books was set down carelessly onto the counter.

"Hey, it's you again," Taylor exclaimed, recognizing the woman from the morning. "Where'd you head off to, anyway?"

Taylor waited, but the woman didn't answer. She just stood there, lips moving. This time, though, her eyes were moving. They were following Taylor's hands and each book as she scanned them. Weird. This time, the books... seemed more random, if that was possible. While previously they had largely been academic, now it looked like they'd just been taken off the shelves at random.

"Hey are you okay?" Taylor asked, irritation turning to concern.

- - -

Why did it stop. Why wasn't the corpse moving! There was still knowledge left, knowledge she needed. It didn't continue, the corpse had just stopped. And now its hands were moving, but not to the knowledge. They were moving towards her. No, no, no, no no no no. She needed that knowledge. She needed it... why had the corpse stopped... why... why... w—

- - -

Taylor reached out toward the woman, unsure what she was doing but hoping to somehow... comfort her, or figure out the situation. As she did, however, the woman began muttering more and shaking her head back and forth, as if in disbelief? Taylor could almost make out some of the words.

"Why... stopping... Nonono..."

Soon the woman started trembling, her words once again incoherent. Taylor started to walk around the counter to the woman, who started swaying, then collapsed.

- - -

She blinked awake, where was she? What was she doing? She... knowledge... she... she had...

- - -

The woman lay there, staring up into nothingness. Taylor got up to get the doctor, who came promptly. He sat down in a chair near the hospital bed and got out a laptop. He tried asking the woman a few questions, including things like what her name was, but the woman... just laid there, unmoving. If she didn't blink—and she did that infrequently—she would be indistinguishable from a corpse. Even her eyes were losing the life they had shown upon her waking. As Taylor looked closer, though, the woman's lips moved silently like they had at the bookstore. Taylor had already mentioned this to the doctor after they'd arrived.

- - -

She just wanted to understand... why couldn't it be simple? Why couldn't she understand... Why...

 

Watching, Feeling, Suffering.

I listen, from afar.

The shouting, the tears.

I feel, deeply pained.

The hurt, the hate.

I just watch, I just watch...

 

Why must they hurt?

Suffer and inflict.

Why must I hurt?

Myself, and from others.

I feel the pain, all of it.

 

This I have felt, before.

I know how it feels, much worse.

The yelling, the pain.

The words, sharp knives.

Worse though, so much worse.

 

Pain.

Hurt.

Suffer.

Alone.

Die.

 

- Her

Edited by Usseewa

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Usseewa

Posted

8 minutes ago, Verdance said:

Im writing a lot of lyrics for a band with a friend that are stupid depressing. Not saying its bad to do that, just diversify your output a little. Curious to see what youve cooked up!

 

For reference: 

a chorus to a song called ‘Wraiths’ (chorus screamed), references my friends trauma more than mine

 

“My throat is an open grave,

my life is a broken fate,

i gave you all i had,

you threw it back and laughed,

my love, for me it’s far too late

for me its far too late”

 

and another depressing one thats more me:

 

“Now im stuck

in the spaces between moments,

hoping that you’ll let me out,

so i can live again.

now im stuck,

in these places without movement,

hoping that you’ll let me up,

So I can breathe again.

Now Im stuck.”

I feel so stuck omg..

I have so many themes I've wroten about and so many thoughts I've realized about myself lately. So much.. self-exploration?

I think it was earlier today, I longed to be a child. I probably wrote a poem about it.

 

nice lyrics btw

ive thunk about song lyric making but yeah idk maybe

Verdance

Posted

Just now, Usseewa said:

I feel so stuck omg..

I have so many themes I've wroten about and so many thoughts I've realized about myself lately. So much.. self-exploration?

I think it was earlier today, I longed to be a child. I probably wrote a poem about it.

See like my initial reaction is that yes I want to be a kid again

but i was also never online and homophobic and lonely 

Usseewa

Posted

Just now, Verdance said:

See like my initial reaction is that yes I want to be a kid again

but i was also never online and homophobic and lonely 

The thing is for me it's just "I want to be a kid."

No "again."

I think I mentioned that in the poem too.

 

Oh also I've been doing this crazy drawing lol. It's not like drawing drawing but it's.. interesting.

 

i was too lonely. i just want a life 😭 

i missed out on so much it makes me sad and empty inside and longing.

Verdance

Posted

My friend you didn’t miss anything too special to be frank

Usseewa

Posted

 

oh also i FINALLY talked to my therapist about SH stuff and "big" stuff and omg it's both great and like there's a loooot to unpack

so yeah talk to therapyist usually helpful

Verdance

Posted

Are they helping?

Usseewa

Posted

1 minute ago, Verdance said:

My friend you didn’t miss anything too special to be frank

Yeah ur probably r—

Oh. I thought you meant on the Shard.

 

You have no idea what I've missed. You probably missed it too, to be Lily.

I have bad social skills, I had like no friends until very recently (and even they feel... different, somehow). I don't remember, like, any social interaction growing up. Well... I had some, probably more than I think, but honestly some of it was very awkward and I couldn't fully.. be there. I couldn't fully be human then. Couldn't fully be in reality.

Now I'm a(n) ___-year-old.. thing... overwhelmed with the idea of life, overwhelmed with a yearning to live, yet somehow being something suicidal at the same time.

Verdance

Posted

Hell does this mean?

Quote

You probably missed it too, to be Lily.

But yeah all of the above is like 80% exactly my social experience, just without all the church and being stupid and everything 

Usseewa

Posted

4 minutes ago, Verdance said:

Are they helping?

i think so

 

it also really helps to talk about stuff, just to get it out.

i basically.. had something of a panic attack a few nights ago because i had literally no one to talk to. Literally no one. and i also had to do this damn assignment, so i ended up half-succesfuly supressing my overwhelming emotions just to get that thing done.

And a few before that, I felt overwhelmingly anxious and depressed and god i just needed to talk to someone. I ended up talking to therapist the next day or something.

Luckily dumb reddit brought me up to cheer in the hours following.

holy deja vu that's nauseating somehow

anyway

....yeah

ima post some mfd

but do u think i can post SH ones but with TW?

i have a longer Lily one I wrote the 2026/04/22 (day after I left the shard, i think)

2 minutes ago, Verdance said:

Hell does this mean?

But yeah all of the above is like 80% exactly my social experience, just without all the church and being stupid and everything 

"To be [F]rank..."

Hi Frank, how'r'u?

 

"To be Lily..."

Is to suffer eternally

 

wdym withuut church and stupid and stuff

 

also read my "No one to cry to" or whatever poem from a while back that's basically what i felt recently 

Verdance

Posted

Just now, Usseewa said:

i think so

 

it also really helps to talk about stuff, just to get it out.

i basically.. had something of a panic attack a few nights ago because i had literally no one to talk to. Literally no one. and i also had to do this damn assignment, so i ended up half-succesfuly supressing my overwhelming emotions just to get that thing done.

And a few before that, I felt overwhelmingly anxious and depressed and god i just needed to talk to someone. I ended up talking to therapist the next day or something.

Luckily dumb reddit brought me up to cheer in the hours following.

holy deja vu that's nauseating somehow

anyway

....yeah

ima post some mfd

but do u think i can post SH ones but with TW?

i have a longer Lily one I wrote the 2026/04/22 (day after I left the shard, i think)

To answer your question, go for it. Art is art. If youve written a million depressing mfds, i would inquire as to whether you could write a non depressing mfd, but i would still read through all the others cause its really cool to read something with passion and emotion ingrained in it

and uh i recommend you find a friend you can DM at all hours, i or my best friend am never online when i need to be and always online when i dont and so feel trapped when im depressed, so this is also something im trying to achieve 

but having a close friend who cares about you at your fingertips not just because its their job is amazing 

5 minutes ago, Usseewa said:

i think so

 

it also really helps to talk about stuff, just to get it out.

i basically.. had something of a panic attack a few nights ago because i had literally no one to talk to. Literally no one. and i also had to do this damn assignment, so i ended up half-succesfuly supressing my overwhelming emotions just to get that thing done.

And a few before that, I felt overwhelmingly anxious and depressed and god i just needed to talk to someone. I ended up talking to therapist the next day or something.

Luckily dumb reddit brought me up to cheer in the hours following.

holy deja vu that's nauseating somehow

anyway

....yeah

ima post some mfd

but do u think i can post SH ones but with TW?

i have a longer Lily one I wrote the 2026/04/22 (day after I left the shard, i think)

"To be [F]rank..."

Hi Frank, how'r'u?

 

"To be Lily..."

Is to suffer eternally

 

wdym withuut church and stupid and stuff

 

also read my "No one to cry to" or whatever poem from a while back that's basically what i felt recently 

You associate your name with being in pain? Geez.

church is super important to me its where all my irl friends are

You don’t know my irl name right

Its a bible name and means peace or respite, so i associate it with lies or hypocrisy or falling short, since my respite or distraction causes me stress which dominates my life and i could truly rest if only i actually worked hard for once

Usseewa

Posted

8 minutes ago, Verdance said:

To answer your question, go for it. Art is art. If youve written a million depressing mfds, i would inquire as to whether you could write a non depressing mfd, but i would still read through all the others cause its really cool to read something with passion and emotion ingrained in it

and uh i recommend you find a friend you can DM at all hours, i or my best friend am never online when i need to be and always online when i dont and so feel trapped when im depressed, so this is also something im trying to achieve 

but having a close friend who cares about you at your fingertips not just because its their job is amazing 

You associate your name with being in pain? Geez.

church is super important to me its where all my irl friends are

You don’t know my irl name right

Its a bible name and means peace or respite, so i associate it with lies or hypocrisy or falling short, since my respite or distraction causes me stress which dominates my life and i could truly rest if only i actually worked hard for once

i was gonna say something... hmm....

got distracted

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

what was i gunna say damn


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