Was It Me?
Was it me that made you turn away?
You said you liked me, treated me right, that day.
Was it that I’m too fat, not enough to show,
Or that I don’t wear makeup, don’t always glow?
Was it me for what I believe,
Not trusting in God, refusing to deceive?
Was it my laugh, too loud, too free,
Or the way I just exist as me?
Was it me for things I cannot change,
Or for the little ways I feel strange?
I’d fix them all if I could, it’s true
Every flaw, every doubt,
I’d change for you.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
Her favorite color is yellow, because she's bright as the sun
She lagged really loud as if her pain could be outrun
She jumped when she talked and smiled when she cried
Made herself “Yellow” so no one saw inside
She made her self silly She made herself shine
All the hurt you had, she turned into a smile everytime
She filled up the silence, and softened the room
A bust of shiny bright yellow in all your gloom
In sixth grade she met a boy
He filled her with joy
Another boy came with no where to sit
The golden trio the called it
They left the girl behind
They were the best Duo while the yellow girl was denied
7th grade comes she meets two girls
They were sweet like pearls
The three girls made plans
The two girls became fans
Blowing the yellow girl away
When all she wanted was to stay
8th grade came she found a girl to love
4 months of that "Beautiful" dove
They broke up many times
Said she was to blame, for those wretched crimes
The yellow girl apologized and begged for forgiveness
Even though all of that wasn't her sickness
9th grade comes she still smiling and trying
She gets a best friend and feels like she's flying
That best friend hurts her, by dating someone she did before
Smiling on the outside but the inside is a war
So shes done trying, Shes not the yellow girl anymore
She's closed that **** door
The Yellow girl is cold angry and sad
For she can't help it but acting glad
She's with your heart and will live
Because the yellow girl will always forgive
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC
I will miss you on days turned gray,
The way you made the clouds drift away.
You made me laugh when I wanted to cry,
Turned heavy moments into wings to fly.
The jokes we shared no one could get,
The secrets whispered I’ll never forget.
The smiles we traded, the silly things,
The way your presence could give me wings.
Even in silence, you made me see,
The happy parts of life that belonged to me.
Though distance may come, and time may part,
You’ll always be a song inside my heart.
And when I think of you, I can’t help but ask,
Do you still remember…
You like Jazz?
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:31 PM UTC
When I grow up,
I want to hear the secrets you hide,
the tiny worries tucked inside.
I used to say I’d “be a boss,”
now I just want to lift the loss.
I’ll notice when your laugh is forced,
and gently guide you back, of course.
When I grow up,
I want to catch your frown,
turn it softly upside down.
I’ll listen close, I’ll hold your hand,
not rule a world, but help you stand.
I’ll remember the little things you say,
the jokes and whispers of your day.
When I grow up,
I want to share warm smiles,
make lonely days feel worth the while.
I’ll leave sticky notes with tiny cheer,
or hum a tune when no one’s near.
The loud power I once craved,
feels small next to the joy I’ve saved.
When I grow up,
I want to plant some hope,
a thread of light to help you cope.
I’ll make a cup of tea when you feel cold,
and listen to the stories you’ve never told.
Trophies and titles may shine and gleam,
but helping hearts is my true drea
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
I miss it
the blade running down my skin to make a map
the freedom from the abyss
but you took it
you found out but didnt help
you made me sit in a dark room by myself
without my escape
the blade, the blood, the safe. Gone
thats all I wanted
but you took it away now im alone sad and afraid
waiting for the day I get my blade
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
The maps on my thigh tell the nights I’ve survived,
The quiet battles where I’ve barely arrived.
Each line a memory, a storm I’ve contained,
A hidden place where my sorrow remained.
I scream in silence, I fight in the dark,
A secret war leaving its mark.
No one can see it, no one can know,
The maps on my thigh are the pain I show.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
I still love him, though he breaks me inside,
His words are storms I cannot hide.
He says I’m the reason, the blame, the shame,
He calls me cruel, he calls me names.
He compares me to ****** though I do no wrong,
His anger rages, loud and strong.
He says I’m fat, that I’ve made him poor,
That I’ve closed the doors he can’t ignore.
He tells me I’ve stolen the things he needs,
The love, the comfort, the family seeds.
I try to breathe, I try to stay,
But his words cut deeper every day.
And still, despite the bruises, despite the pain,
Despite the guilt he tries to make me claim,
I love him, I do, in spite of it all,
Even when he builds me up to fall.
I hate what he does, the hurt, the lies,
The empty anger, the bitter cries.
But love is stubborn, and I can’t let go,
Even when it burns me more than I show.
I still love him, though he scars me deep,
Though he twists my soul and wakes me from sleep.
I hold the hope, small and dim,
That someday, maybe, he’ll see me again.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:01 PM UTC