Skin feels wrong
Bad
So bad
Wrong
Don't think
Stop
Dont think
Arms
Legs
Face
Back
Feel it
Feel it all
Stop scratching
So itchy
So
Itchy
Stop
Stop
Stop
Can't
The seams aren't real
Something
Bad
So bad
Wrong
Pull it off
Pull it off
Pull it off
Pull it off
Pull it off
Pull it off
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
I have flowers in my lungs
They stop me
From breathing
So beautiful
Funny
..............
You're not breathing either
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
Ate again
Was doing fine
Ugh
Its
Not
Fine
Knew it
Still did it
****
Always
the same ****
Take a laxative
Same step
Every time
But it works
Again
Fine, its fine
Say it again
****
Not fine
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
His POV:
dont you understand
youre my new tree
little lady
first one
failed
taken out
cut down
gone
gone
GONE
so
you
second tree
dont move
dont leave
dont move
stay
stay
stay
thats
all
i
need
everything else
fades
i fade
out
something
stays
STAYs
until the end
you do
That
oh so well
Little lady:
i knew
"youre my new tree
little lady"
i stayed
I STAYED
no branches
no leaves
just
panicked
shallow breaths
trying
so trying
not to move
wrong
so wrong
second tree
different place
same
outcome
i knew
still stayed
I STAYED
dont you cry
little lady
dont you cry
second trees
dont last
never
meant
to stay
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
They say
Get sober
But what if
Without the shaking
Without the burn
The headaches
The sweat
Im nothing
Hot
Cold
Hot
Cold
Hot
Sweat
Pain
Sweat
Pain
This misery
Sticking to me
Like a swarm of flies
Clinging to a fruit
Left to rot
On the floor
Sweet
Sour
Sweet
Sour
Soft
Too soft
Nothing to hold
So bitter
Too
Bitter
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:31 PM UTC
I am a butcher of my pain
Dancing in my crimson stain
My cuts bleed out my sinful past
But my soul is freed at last.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:28 PM UTC
Seven hundred and sixty four
Has captured
your soul
Your voice
Your body
Your fear
And anger
Recorded
Stored
And
Kept
Like
throphies
Your sleep
Has rotted
Your voice
Grew smaller
Your body
Gone thinner
Your name
Becomes data
In
Their
Files
Youre stuck
You cannot stop
You cannot escape
But to them
You are
Only
A
****
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:06 PM UTC
Tracing the shape of nothingness
Im not starving myself into weightlessness
Im perfecting my emptiness
Something inside me is rotten,
it tears me apart until there's nothing repulsive to care about no more
Soon ill be lighter than grief
Even the air will pass through me
Flies buzzing past my ribs
Soon be light enough to float
And leave this body behind
To rot
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC