A heart worn thin, still standing,
held up by wages and routine,
racing to seem put-together,
starving for praise, chasing the sheen.
I mend these wounds in silence,
behind walls that never speak.
I laugh where echoes answer,
longing for death each fragile week.
The days slip by unnoticed,
time erodes what made me real.
Even the mirror looks away,
and shadows flee what they can't feel.
In this room that breathes but hollows,
every wish sinks and dies.
What remains is just a vessel—
a pulse that lives, but never tries.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
isn't it?
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 1:12 AM UTC
It's 3am
I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone
It's 3am
The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station
It's 3am
I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled
It's 3am
I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary
It's 3am
Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight
It's 3am
I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC
I will go for grocery to the supermarket we were in
I will grab the fish that you left by
So I have a reason to eatin
So I know that I still have a life to live by
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 6:31 PM UTC
Every last of me contained from every memory of you
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 6:17 PM UTC
What does it take to make you realize that bad person is there in our world, and it was never your fault that they broke you apart.
Don't blame yourself.
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 5:51 PM UTC
We hug
We kiss
We cuddle
In bed
We were just friends
We made out
To him
We were having ***
To me
We were making love
I was his friends with benefits
But he was my lover
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC