Beyond my disordered mind,
the inner child cries terrified.
See past the splitting
all good all bad.
Please, do not see me as only that.
Look past my anger that stems from, fear.
Look past my violent words,
my dear.
Look past what outside looks so crazy.
My need for reassurance,
that you don't hate me.
Look past my constant ups and downs,
look past them please,
and show me how.
Look past the borderline personality.
Look past it all,
but not past me.
See me not for what I have,
Please see me instead,
for
who.
I.
Am.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
Seeing a stranger smiling,
I miss the time before my mind betrayed me.
A time where when describing myself,
I may have thought to use the words,
Happy
Loved
Pretty
Smart
Wanted
Worthy
And Enough.
Although I have no memories of a time like I've described,
I think there must have been one. Right?
No baby is born into this world already hating themselves.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 5:50 AM UTC
I often sit in the pouring rain
I seldom feel free from pain.
Emotions crashing tsunami now
cascade upon me then I drown.
Emotional state in disarray
I have felt happy, but it rarely stayed.
Fleeting only just for a moment
the next thing I know, again I'm broken.
Oh what I would give for some reprieve.
I'd give anything to not be me.
Can't I just be someone else?
I just cant get along with myself.
If I could change though,
to someone new
I wonder, would that girl hate herself too?
Maybe my soul is the thing thats bad
maybe its not my mind going mad.
But if it truly is my soul corrupt
then I have no choice, but simply to give up.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 3:05 AM UTC
The thoughts I can not say aloud
words no soul but mine can know,
drip from pencil to the page
in an endless painful flow.
The thoughts that feel they must escape,
but I do not dare speak them aloud.
Find thier home in print on page
where they never draw a crowd.
Self expression through written word
is the only peace that I can trust
Therapy through my poetry
Where my words never feel rushed
Finally I can take a breath.
As the thoughts are set in ink,
the voices in my mind go silent,
for a moment I can think.
These poems hold the truest parts of me
that nobody else can ever know
Thoughts that found there safest place
that they alone may call their home.
My notebook knows me better
I think, than I may know myself.
And I am certain that it knows me deeper,
than does anybody else.
None in my life, not friend or family
will ever know me like you do.
So I thank you members of hello poetry,
for allowing me
to share my poems
with you.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
Happy fifty first birthday uncle,
Is what I wish I could say to you.
If you were here we would all hang out,
Mom would bake the cake for you.
I'd give you a great big hug,
tell you that you're an old man now.
You would laugh at my joke
And probably raise an eyebrow.
With a cheeky smile you'd say
"One day you will get old too"
I wish that this was actually
The day I'd have with you.
Instead it's just a fantasy
A daydream on replay.
And even though you're not here
I'll say happy birthday just the same.
Love you to the moon and back
And I miss you way past mars
I hope that you are enjoying yourself
As your spirit explors the stars.
🪐⭐️🌠🌌🌛🌕🌜☄️✨️💕
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
There are so many reasons
that I'm happy we met
I'll try to list them all here,
though I dont think I've found them all yet.
Minute by minute many new reasons emerge.
The list is longer and longer each day.
So do please forgive me if I miss a few
there just might be to many to say.
To start, you are kind
and you took care of me.
You made sure I was safe
when I was high on bad g.h.b
There is also of course
how you make me feel seen.
Like I can be myself without fear
because you want me, to be me.
You make me laugh with no effort,
you make my cheeks blush bright red.
You leave me smiling like an idiot
at whatever you've said.
When you are sleeping
and then pull me close
it melts my whole being
and might just be, what I like the most.
Or when you come up behind me
and then randomly give me a kiss
It makes me wish we'd met sooner
so we could have had more of this.
Its hard for me to fathom
but now I have no doubt,
you must be the reason
it never worked with anyone else.
I dont think you understand
how blessed I really feel
Because unlike anybody else before
I am sure that this is real
I might get insecure sometimes
but that isn't your fault.
Ive just never had something healthy
but I'm so glad to finally start.
So thank you for being here
and for just being you.
For all of these reasons and more
I now know I love you.
And if I'm lucky then maybe,
Someday
you will love
me
too.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC
Where was all this dedication,
back when it could have helped?
You didnt care when you had the chance,
you only cared about yourself.
Now that you see I have moved on,
now you claim that you care.
And you tell me how I'm the ONLY one
that can bring you back from your despair.
But YEARS I spent begging you,
for just the BASIC stuff.
Like honesty and faithfulness,
you made it clear that was too much.
You cheated more times than I can count,
and you lied straight to my face.
And now you promise that you changed,
thats a chance I just cant take.
I dont trust a single word,
that comes out of your mouth.
Even if you said the sky was blue,
even that fact I'd start to doubt.
I warned you many many times,
that I was almost at the end.
You chose to not believe me, but now,
you finally see I meant what I had said.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
Echos of the forgotten children
dance along the
breeze.
With tired eyes and weary smiles
as they
sleep along the streets.
No kind words or helping hands
from the strangers
passing by,
just echos of forgotten children
an
endless
hopeless cry.
Nowhere to turn, no place to run.
Just lonely
damaged souls.
They try to hide or numb the pain
of being left out
in the cold.
Years its been,
since they felt warmth;
most do not remember love.
So the echos of forgotten children
are quietly swept,
under
the rug.
Their tears trace familiar paths
across their
*****
cheeks.
The echos of forgotten ones
that sleep along
the streets.
Its cold its dark,
they are alone.
They fear the end
is soon.
So they numb their pain
in any way
even if it brings their
doom.
The echos of forgotten children
forced to grow up
much to fast,
dance their way
through lonely streets.
Reminders of
their
tragic
past.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 6:15 PM UTC
Led by only moonlight.
I wander till im lost.
I find myself in a forest
untouched by all but frost.
Its quieter than death itself
I'm afraid to even breathe.
I can feel the eyes upon my back.
I try, but fail to scream.
So lost now, what do I do?
I dont know my
Left
from
Right.
The darkness seems to compress
I search for a source of light.
I look for any kindness within,
the demons surrounding me.
****** vile, hate and rage
are all that I can see.
As I sit down
and hug my knees.
I pray " please someone find me"
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
Why is it that he insist
to put poison in my mind?
He never quits instead persists
until I question time after time.
Its as if he wants my happiness
but only if it is with him.
If any other were to make me smile,
he'll try to destroy it on a whim
Claiming that it's love he feels
but how could that be true?
When if you truly love someone
you want them happy, even if its not with you.
But my happiness is not his goal,
so he warps and twists my thoughts.
Which leaves me scared and questioning
because that is TRUELY what he wants.
He is poisoning the way I think
about somebody knew
tricking my mind to make me think
that the new guy will hurt me too.
This is not fair or kind or love,
his actions are pure manipulation
yet even knowing all of this,
my thoughts somehow are still all racing,
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC