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Graveworthy
Graveworthy
I do not write for you
then you write I mean, honestly, do it I cannot believe this is my ******* life I cannot understand I can't even well, I mean I can't stop hurting like mine is so much important than yours I don't know how to stop hurting a good feeling, it is good before it is demolished in the midst of the recordings replaying in my head reminding me how just unimportant, how useless, how undeserving I am I wish I could stop ******* crying what is the point of two people coming together to be like look what we did for what I don't have the point of this life down maybe I will in the next
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 6:39 AM UTC
do it
I guess if I had something more to say to you I wouldn’t say I am sorry I wouldn’t say I feel bad for you more than I feel for my own brother And so because I am this mess Not to say it is because of you How could it be A young love, a crazy man, an ego which made him proclaim he was God And so I say, hey maybe I am not all there anymore And I don’t have the best idea of what I am trying to get out of the process of emitting and procuring, are two different paces I hope I wrote that right, Or at least cipher-able This is why I hate typing The computer never seems to know grammatically That I am legible Hardly I know if people even care what comes out of I am so tired The open book era has become a whole wham in the face Other than that I am undeniably me Man I miss the banter I could have with people who could stimulate a conversation It is fun to feel intelligent It isn’t fun to live, I’ve realized Not after all of that Not after all of that And mind I type it again Definitely not after all of that Right now it feels like that’s the only thing that makes me feel anymore God I’m choking up The meds have made me so shut off I would say its the meds but You can put it anyway for a person, a doctor, a parent, a stranger None would be able to look at you and say they can fix it I wonder if they all feel it too or is it just me It sure seems like everyone else would like to so quickly point the finger A far fetched idea but what if When we’re going through it, other people find the flaw, Not realizing that in a moment or so, they will also be the same thing The same problem The same deadbeat painless looking suffering I hate when I get emotional when I write And I’m lying, but I guess you’re the only thing I have Talking to people And it feels like nothing gets me until I release it through words written, Or left.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 6:28 AM UTC
a comma
I guess if I had something more to say to you I wouldn’t say I am sorry I wouldn’t say I feel bad for you more than I feel for my own brother And so because I am this mess Not to say it is because of you How could it be A young love, a crazy man, an ego which made him proclaim he was God And so I say, hey maybe I am not all there anymore And I don’t have the best idea of what I am trying to get out of the process of emitting and procuring, are two different paces I hope I wrote that right, Or at least cipher-able This is why I hate typing The computer never seems to know grammatically That I am legible Hardly I know if people even care what comes out of I am so tired The open book era has become a whole wham in the face Other than that I am undeniably me Man I miss the banter I could have with people who could stimulate a conversation It is fun to feel intelligent It isn’t fun to live, I’ve realized Not after all of that Not after all of that And mind I type it again Definitely not after all of that Right now it feels like that’s the only thing that makes me feel anymore God I’m choking up The meds have made me so shut off I would say its the meds but You can put it anyway for a person, a doctor, a parent, a stranger None would be able to look at you and say they can fix it I wonder if they all feel it too or is it just me It sure seems like everyone else would like to so quickly point the finger A far fetched idea but what if When we’re going through it, other people find the flaw, Not realizing that in a moment or so, they will also be the same thing The same problem The same deadbeat painless looking suffering I hate when I get emotional when I write And I’m lying, but I guess you’re the only thing I have Talking to people And it feels like nothing gets me until I release it through words written, Or left.
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I saw a ton of stars when I closed my eyes last night I saw a light so very bright go out And when I see you time stops It's as if nothing really matters Except the anticipation of when you leave And not that I'm excited How could I be when you're temporary company And I don't mean it's my choice You're all around me, in my head I think, maybe you'll recognize it All this you and me and beauty made me sick It's because the wind is blowing The sky is snowing and it's white One giant universe and yet the stars I see when I close my eyes Remind me of you.
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Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
Hi
And though She is lost And cannot Find the place She once knew To be her home She has found it here In the sweet serene Lyrics and melody Which fills the room Briefly but just enough And the truth that lies Beneath the anxiety Will **** Even the beholder And even though you don’t Feel like yourself You are not scary You are more you than most can be And for all eternity You will be free And though you feel Scared of yourself You are too excited To notice You are in the moment
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May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
No one
I spent my time letting my hands die in the arms of my own body I broke the chains of slavery yet broke myself in the process I drank my spit with a dry swallow and discontent for what that meant My legs tensed and I, like most of the time, felt disgust with myself And though this was new and strange I’d known it for some time now and it wasn’t getting easier My eyes welled up but not enough to form a tear At least not at this point And my teeth grinding at the thought of what was happening to my body But again I said this had happened all too often And lastly I thought of my day And the whirlwind I was in that brought me to my own demise And I wondered why this has happened so often And each time a bit worse than the last or at the very least a horrifying reality My fingers felt different than my own and my depression from what they said Would be to blame but I thought of this much differently And not in the sense that i did not feel depressed Just in the sense that the only thing I knew how to feel was death Death of a self or a hand or even a time in place that I could not accept I thought that everyday must be like this And this is why I felt alone or rejected At wits end or neglected Why I felt like no one understood or like I was the only one standing in a room And even with no words leaking from my mouth My cintrivical force still beared witness to the pain that existed around me And though my confusion consumed me My eye began to shed a tear And my left knee buckled up And even though my right pointer finger was not to be found And ultimately made my teeth grind again at the thought I still was able to exist Even in this poem Even in this world I was here And the tear fell down my cheek And thinking of you made it fall harder The hardest thing I’ve ever experienced Was in the eyes of someone I’d described my pain to And their go to was to make me feel it again or some part of it to an extent Their first instinct was to let me relive it through them As if the pain initially was not enough to comprehend And that’s where I come to end This poem or this explanation That everyone has something to prove And if it cannot be done through them They will choose your pain as a way to regain theirselves in vein And to say this is a joke Well my only hope Is that you are not another to Let my heart be revoked Of its own truth
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
We’re liars
I spent my time letting my hands die in the arms of my own body I broke the chains of slavery yet broke myself in the process I drank my spit with a dry swallow and discontent for what that meant My legs tensed and I, like most of the time, felt disgust with myself And though this was new and strange I’d known it for some time now and it wasn’t getting easier My eyes welled up but not enough to form a tear At least not at this point And my teeth grinding at the thought of what was happening to my body But again I said this had happened all too often And lastly I thought of my day And the whirlwind I was in that brought me to my own demise And I wondered why this has happened so often And each time a bit worse than the last or at the very least a horrifying reality My fingers felt different than my own and my depression from what they said Would be to blame but I thought of this much differently And not in the sense that i did not feel depressed Just in the sense that the only thing I knew how to feel was death Death of a self or a hand or even a time in place that I could not accept I thought that everyday must be like this And this is why I felt alone or rejected At wits end or neglected Why I felt like no one understood or like I was the only one standing in a room And even with no words leaking from my mouth My cintrivical force still beared witness to the pain that existed around me And though my confusion consumed me My eye began to shed a tear And my left knee buckled up And even though my right pointer finger was not to be found And ultimately made my teeth grind again at the thought I still was able to exist Even in this poem Even in this world I was here And the tear fell down my cheek And thinking of you made it fall harder The hardest thing I’ve ever experienced Was in the eyes of someone I’d described my pain to And their go to was to make me feel it again or some part of it to an extent Their first instinct was to let me relive it through them As if the pain initially was not enough to comprehend And that’s where I come to end This poem or this explanation That everyone has something to prove And if it cannot be done through them They will choose your pain as a way to regain theirselves in vein And to say this is a joke Well my only hope Is that you are not another to Let my heart be revoked Of its own truth
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i am back i am lips i am **** i am pain your heartbreaker i am astound i am profound i am unsound i am bound to your world Your rhymes meant nothing to me because your pain was not seen and im sorry that you are alone there in the closet sleep well
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Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
back
Time was like a construct that i didn't want to be a part of i stopped thinking that it held any real meaning and i started to forget it i thought memories were a waste of time because in two years i will hate that self and she will no longer be important to me
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 6:17 AM UTC
Untitled
I used to think i could clear my mind in a park or a forest that a getaway would be the right way to write but what is nature when you implement it into your picture I lie there, **** floor, crashing my reality I would say it was falling around me but someone took that one already I had a way with words and sharing them I had a way with lovers but not with friends men wanted my *** or my **** or my face and i wanted to be someones saving grace so tell me am i at fault for not knowing what the hell was going on or am i introuble with myself for lying by acting like i would belong i am the nobody here bud and it is unfortunately because of what you do but i wont be too harsh except on myself, just for you
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Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 5:19 PM UTC
Publication
Once you looked hell in the face You swear you’d go back Because living eternity In a world where little know The satisfaction of misery And contentment at once Meant heaven to you
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Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
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Morning hit her by storm Waiting in her bedroom For the stars The day passing by In and out of feeling Familiarity and reflection Were just horrendous
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
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