Symptoms of obsession: 

• If all of your time and effort goes to satisfying the needs of another
• If one person is always trying to please the other person
• Unrealistic fantasies about a relationship with a love interest
• The need to be in constant contact with a love interest via phone, email or in person
• Overwhelming feelings of depression (feeling “empty” inside).
• A sudden loss of self-esteem

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“Real love is nurturing and helps people grow but obsession is debilitating and takes away from the psyche of the person caught up in it. If you feel like you have lost yourself, if you are always striving to please your loved one without him/her doing the same for you, and if you find yourself making all your decisions in your life based on the feelings and needs of the other person you are obsessed and not in real love.”

I’m furious because nobody knows the real me,
Curious because I don’t know what they see.
Through their eyes, I am nothing but
A large social door slammed shut.
And if they saw what’s behind that door,
They would see the fray — a raging war.
I can’t even imagine
What they’ll think when they see
That death and I, we’re akin,
And that to me is the key
To stop me from going forward in reality,
But instead I’m growing up in fantasy, inside
A world where angels fight among another,
The good versus the fallen — no longer brothers.
The good angels fight for me to live a little longer;
The fallen angels fight for me to end it all.
The good wants me to be stronger,
And the fallen wants me to crawl.
This fray, this battle that I dearly pray,
That one day
Someone will look behind the door,
Looking directly toward the raging war,
Taking a step on the battlefield,
Staring all the angels in the eye,
Screaming at them to stop the ordeal,
Saying they don’t deserve the sky.
And in moments they’ll slow down,
And in seconds they’ll turn around,
Leaving this place, they’ll depart
The place behind the door: my heart.

If only that someone is with me today,
Rescuing me from being torn apart, and
If only the people today knew the real me,
Then maybe I wouldn’t be so down from the start.

I ask you when it’ll end and you say “never”.

My eyes saw nothing but you,
How you opened our window,
How you flew
Away from the home we created,
All of our love became wasted,
The love that was built over the years,
The type of love that we were fated
To live till death we part without fear,
And to always be there for one another,
Amending our problems with love as our cure,
But you left our home without a goodbye,
Leaving me abandoned with tears in my eye,
Telling myself that it was all my fault,
Forcing myself to stop living and to die,
Because, home alone, I’m so cold,
Messed up in the head I had been told,
I shivered and shrieked;
I crazily freaked, screaming
With my final breath:
“I love you _____ , till death”.

I had died.
I died alone;
I died without you.
I died in our home.

Let this poem be a man reminiscing of his unbearable love life, beginning with his sophomore year and ending with his death.


You and I were meant to be,
Fated to build a family tree,
Ever since the day we met,
Ever since the day you let
Me become closer to you,
My heart proudly grew,
The same heart I gave to you.
My life I handed to you.

Two years later, we parted our school,
Four years after, you became the fool,
Never calling me; you’re always so busy,
Never writing a letter; never made me better,
Ignoring my calls; making me fall,
Making me walk; making me crawl.

Six years later, college was completed,
By then, my emotions had me defeated,
But then I received a letter,
(A letter that changed my life forever),
A high school reunion asked everyone to come,
I was struck deaf and dumb, because
I can finally see you; I can finally hear you,
I can finally touch you; at last, I can love you.

That reunion was when I saw you had become
A fiancée, your ring was on your finger, from
Your husband who was by your side,
His smiles wide with pride,
His love for you, apparently,
Was much greater than I could ever be,
And the heart I gave you, you let it die, since
You were to become a bride.
His bride.

Hurts so much that you’re still so attractive,
Your personality still alive, fully active,
And your eyes still shined, gateways to heaven,
Why can’t you realize, that
You’re still the special girl that I’ll always adore.
I left the campus; I couldn’t take it anymore.

My face, you don’t remember,
My name, you don’t remember,
My love, you don’t remember.

I drove back home, feeling alone,
I never knew how much this love was true,
But I knew, then and there, what I had to do.
So through the tears, my mind was racing,
A rope on my neck, feet on a stool,
It is death that I am facing.

I was sitting alone on a bench at the park.

People walked frantically towards their destination. Businessmen scurried in a wild demeanor, couples walked nonchalantly, and little kids ran towards the playground. However, some people glanced to see what I was doing. They stared at me in question, asking themselves if they should talk to me. For me, today had been an abnormal day.

I had a blank expression on my face. The world was nothing but a blur through my eyes. I saw swirls of color constantly changing. I realized that I was looking through my soul, rather than my mind. I had lost control of my eyes. I could not see clearly.

A streak of red flew to my left. A toddler was running.
The scent of perfume touched my nose. The toddler’s mother ran after her son.
A blue blur hovered off the ground. The mother let go of her balloon.
I looked up at the balloon till I saw nothing but gray. Today was a cloudy day.
I heard yelps and growling, causing my eyes to snap back down.
I looked to my right, witnessing brown spots moving. Puppies were playing.
Also on my right, a dark figure slowly approached. It was a girl.

She said: “Such a small park, eh?” She chucked, “Funny how perspection can change through eyes like yours.”

I was shocked that she knew what I was thinking.

She sat beside me, offering me a napkin. I didn’t take it. She was persistant. She brushed the napkin across my eyes. Suddenly, the world was clear. I saw the park, I saw the children, I saw the balloon, I saw the puppies, and I saw her.

I recognized her. She was the one who fooled me, the one who killed me. She played with my heart, breaking it. She made me wander to the park. She threw away my sanity; she made me feel void. She had guts to come to me like this, because she was the one who did this to me. She, my ex-girlfriend.

In an instant, the world became blurred once more.

My eyes, they were crying once more.

“Car hit me,” texted the boy.

The incident started Friday after school. The boy and his girl parted after their traditional goodbye kiss.

That Friday, the girl, as always, left the school first. The boy was not saddened, nor did he miss her. Instead, he was excited. The next day was their four year anniversary of their relationship, and he had ordered a twenty-four karat gold ring that he had beaten himself up trying to get. He was going to propose to her; he was in love.

After he waved his last goodbye, he grabbed his bicycle and headed towards the jewelry store. The boy was cautious. For some reason, he believed that something terrible is going to happen. He was right.

Minutes passed and the boy began to ride across the street towards his destination. A drunken driver, unable to see the red light, crashed into the boy and continued speeding on. Moments later, the boy was at the hospital. Hours later, the boy was in surgery. The day had ended, the boy was near death, and his gift — only five more minutes away from the incident — was never received.

At the end of the day, the girl had heard of this shocking news. She ran to the hospital, sat beside the boy, and cried over his chest. The boy, though very weak, reassured his girl that everything will be all right. She did not believe him; she knew he will die.

“Did your life flash before your eyes?” the girl asked as she sobbed.

“No,” the boy responded.

Moments of silence passed by and finally the boy said, with his final breath:

“But ours did”.

And he was gone.

Your future’s ahead, success comes so fast,
And here I am – trapped – living in the past.
Your friends are with you; my friends, dispersed,
Lost and abandoned from the height of my curse.
I am bound to my history, the life we had shared,
The golden days of when you actually cared,
The age of when my smile was true,
My laughter was real, my actions were too.
But then you stopped caring, tired of repeating,
Sick of having to take in a shitload of beatings,
You’re done with my behavior, of being my savior,
The one who always gave into my irrational favor:
I asked for happiness, but I kept asking for more,
Until my simple requests turned into a foolish war,
And ten years later, I picture you living;
I see you ahead of me, and I see you forgiving,
But ten years later, I picture me dying;
Already too late to compensate, and
Already too late to let go of this hate …


If your world is revolved around someone,
then you don’t have a world of your own.

She stumbled upon the path I’ve chosen,
Greeting me with smiles that turned me frozen,
Asking me why I looked so surprised,
Wondering why I seemed comprised –
Of sadness and demise,
No hellos, but goodbyes,
And to her I said:

“I’m surprised because this path is unique;
It belongs only to the strong… never the weak.
Ironic, because I’m not strong at all;
I had just recovered from an arduous fall.

My name is Depression, my thoughts are obsession,
My fate is determined; my soul has been sickened.
I have been hurt, not because of a broken heart,
But for the reason that you, Life,
Were never with me from the start.”

Where have you been all my Life.