Chemtrails on the sky left by the plane.
The plane is not there,
but the trails are still there in the sky
The trails are the scars
and the memories etched onto my body and mind.
I don't know what it takes to breathe
But someday I'll be fine, I'll find a way to see past those things
But I'll try and I try
to ignore how much that made me cry
Those nights, every night.
And maybe one day
I'll be as clean as the sky.
The chemtrails go away from the sky, but
the memories still stay in my mind
Every day I hope
for the memories to dissolve
like the chemtrails in the sky.
The sky is me,
but the difference is I'm not free,
I hate those planes
and the trails they leave behind on me.
I wish I can be the sky
with the planes
and no chemtrails left behind.
The sky is me, the trails are what is left on me,
And the planes are the people who did that to me.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
Maybe one day
cleaning my room someone will find the letters sleeping in my closet,
folded with the words
I never spoke out loud.
My best friend might scroll my notes, recognizing the pieces of my heart
I was too shy to share.
You’ll see me on ordinary days,
laughing, talking,
looking at you a second glimpse longer just to memorize
the faces I love.
You may notice my room
neatly arranged,
tho for me it feels different
like a room holding its breath.
I’ll give you small gifts when I see you, little pieces of care,
the way I always do,
hoping you feel that I'm still with you after i leave.
And maybe later
you’ll wonder
what filled my mind
in those quiet moments.
But more than anything,
I hope you keep the warmth of me,
not the questions.
I hope time brings
understanding why i did it.
But more than anything, I hope you remember the laughter we shared, the moments that stayed warm, and the love that was always there
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC
It’s 2 in the morning
and I wonder if innocence ever finds its way back.
Please, let me keep what’s left of it.
I don’t want to lose hope with it.
I was too little to understand then,
and now
I’m older, so can I have it back?
I will reach for it anyway,
even knowing it may never return.
Is it wrong to miss
the softness I once carried?
The world, the words, the wounds
they took pieces of it from me.
But somewhere deep inside,
I like to believe
I have it in me maybe it's in pieces,
But a small, quiet part still lives.
And maybe that is enough
to keep holding on
Maybe innocence doesn't return, it just waits quietly for us to be gentle with it again.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:30 PM UTC
I wish I could have had the chance
to talk to you
before you left.
I wish I could have come to your funeral.
I wish I could have held your hand
for the last time.
I wish I could have told you
that you make this world better.
All your spark
and now it all ends.
Some days I don't understand,
Some days I won’t forgive god.
I will be here.
I will call your mom.
I will sit with the silence
you left behind.
I will think of you when I’m happy,
and that will hurt too.
I wish you could have stayed longer.
I’m sad knowing
I won’t see you achieve your dreams,
won’t see the person
you wanted to be.
They cleaned your room
like no one had ever been there before.
Like your laughter never lived there.
But they won’t clean the walls,
or clear your drawers,
or your clothes.
But i know
your laughter will live here.
And there are still
plenty days left under the sky
for us to look for you.
Because you taught us
to enjoy and your life was beautiful
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
I'm ripped apart,
I'm too broken
please don't tear me down
more than I can handle.
Please don't look at me
with the hate in your eyes, mom.
I'm scared, mom,
please don't break me
so I can't pick myself up.
I'm like a deer on the road
and you don't mean to hurt me.
You love your daughter
but you can't like me.
I'm sorry I'm a let down.
I'm sorry I couldn't fix you.
It doesn't help nothing does
so leave me to pick up my pieces.
I will make you proud,
I promise I won't let you down.
Please don't talk down to me,
we could have figured things out,
it's too late now.
I would love to tell you,
but every time I sit there
and pretend things never happened,
it breaks me.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
I wish I could speak
about what happened to your daughter,
but your heart has already carried
too many storms.
You were hurting I know that now but I was still a child
waiting to be chosen,
waiting to be protected,
waiting to be seen.
I learned to shrink, to shape myself
into someone easier to love,
someone you might stay for.
Maybe if I were softer,
quieter, better maybe then you would look at me and feel proud instead of tired.
Sometimes I think if I loved you less
it would hurt less, but you are stitched into my thoughts , I'm your blood afterall
I can’t become someone new, even if I tried.
I can only be the girl who kept trying to be enough.
And I hope one day
when you look at me
you’ll see
I was never against you mom
I was just trying to be loved by you.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 2:10 PM UTC
I wish I could **** you and rip off your flesh
I wish you could feel the weight of what you did to a child.
I wish life holds you accountable for the pain you caused.
I hope you never escape the truth of what you've done.
I wish you face the consequences of what you did.
I wish you never forget the damage you caused.
I wish the life you build is haunted by the truth of what you did
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
She screams
a raw sound,
Ripped from her throat swallowed by shadow.
Her cries are strangled in the air,
Lost to the silence where no one cares
His eyes cold and cruel and still confused
As if her terror was something strange like a game to break.
Her tears bleed red, her sobs choked dry .
A storm raging inside a throat too tight to let out a cry
She runs or tries to but fate strikes fast.
Hands like iron pulls her back
And to the earth she’s dragged
The ground devours her like a grave,
Cold, hard, and undead
She fought
oh, she really fought
Nails clawing, fists flailing,
She screamed until her voice turned to rust.
She bit, she begged, she burned to break free
But fate answered only with silence.
But was it fair or simply faith
What did she even do to deserve this?
She longed to vanish, to shrink, to dissolve in the dirt she lay in.
But the only thing that disappeared
Was her power, her pride, her peace.
An evil deed, dark and twisted
An evil no eyes dared to witness.
No savior came, no voice called out
Only shadows, only silence.
If someone had seen
Maybe if someone had heard...
Perhaps she’d still have her pride
Perhaps she’d still have her light.
But no one saw, no one came
And now she lies still,
Her spirit crushed beneath
The weight of what was stolen from her
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
Five years later, and I’m still learning
that what happened does not define me.
I remember the pain,
but I also remember that I survived it.
Your disgusting touch carved into my body
I still try to forget it.
I remind myself
that what happened in those years
will never define me.
The marks left on my body,
the words you said that bind me in agony,
they still echo in my mind,
forcing me to recall everything.
And still, I try to live beyond it.
The scars never went away,
neither did your handprints on my body.
You moved on with your life,
while I still try to rebuild mine.
Yet, I will rebuild it piece by piece,
so maybe one day
what happened will truly not define me.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
I see the light,
but i don't think I have what it takes to follow it .
So does it mean I fall back to my old ways,
because the God has forsaken me and God knows i don't have what it takes to get back to me .
So i let my dreams fall apart and i understand that i failed to get justice for the little me
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC