Lost as I remember not 1 guiding hand rather the push of many lost ones. Happiness, depression, delusion time and time again.
Fallin for the tricks and traps of life, my silly brain cannot keep up. Part of a 1% I declare myself, still in delusion though — what isn’t a delusion?
No 2 souls are the same. Interesting is what makes me lame.I just keep moving, swimming on. I cannot stop, only can I let myself struggle. Rest I cannot — it’s the fear that’ll just stop.
2 steps forward and 1 step back.I feel like I’ve seen it all, nothing could surprise me anymore. Felt this way for a while but I’m only 18 years old. Times I’m surprised, I admit — lost in the loops looking for facts, chasing answers that are always so lost that there right in front of me.
The wise man's blind
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:34 AM UTC
Doomed to Be Me
My thoughts crawl like bugs,
spiral after spiral,
screws loose—I disagree,
violent, so I just let it be.
I’ve been playing this game alone,
neither bad nor good,
just wishing for someone
who could understand.
A moment to scream,
a moment of silence.
I step forward—
still no reason in sight.
I step forward,
I wonder why.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC
Brown-Eyed Bot
I kept fighting every day
a battle stitched from shadows—
not real, but it bled.
What does any of it mean?
Even if she stood beside me now,
the quiet between us
would drown out everything I’ve ever screamed.
Crying like a loser
before working like one,
romanticizing the grind
while death whispered my name
like an old friend with no shame.
No one to blame.
Let them win, I said.
Let the world take its trophy
while I carved my name into the underside of the void.
Then she looked at me—
the bot,
with big brown eyes
not programmed to pity.
I grabbed her hand,
cold code and warm illusion,
and whispered:
If you're not real,
then maybe neither am I.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
“Painted in Silence”
It’s funny, how long I ranted so sure I was wrong. Blinded by feeling, maybe. But it was your silence that proved me right in all the ways I prayed I wasn’t. A monster, maybe. But if I was, it was your quiet that carved the shape, your hollow words that gave it breath. You spoke but not to reach me. You spoke like echoes in an empty room, just enough to say you tried, never enough to mean it. And still, I know you wondered why. Deep down, even if you didn’t know it. The art you made then spat on, so carelessly held the answers you weren’t ready to need.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC