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
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
I saved every pictures of you from the moment you wake until the time you sleep.
It's not enough, it will never be.
I want to hear your voice, I want to hear you breath.
Oh lord, save me from the agony.
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 5:40 PM UTC