Why are the ones
who have so little joy left
the same ones who give
to people as if they might give
in return
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 11:11 AM UTC
Im bored
so bored
and hungry
and cold
and fidgety
and tired
cant write
or sleep
or eat
or read
headaches
tight throat
insomnia
Dear Voice
is it you
im hearing
im feeling?
tell me, Voice
is it your
whispers, footsteps
keeping me awake at night?
is it your
comments, and fears
keeping food away, my throat tight?
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
So loud
So bright
so many people
smile, be grateful
dont cry over comments
¨Sorry, thought you would've gained weight by now.¨
Dont forget to say thanks, to act so proud to be alive
dont cover your ears or close your eyes
dont ´seek attention´
Dont act hurt when the voice
remarks on every word
¨I love you¨ they say, and the voice says, ´liars´
But dont falter, dont frown
dont act at all down
be glad that they care
eat the cake that your throuat barely lets through
choke it down with a drink and act fine
dont look in the mirror, dont trigger the voice
as i tells you how ungrateful you are
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
If the world was wonderland
with potions and doors
would i still be confined
to these ceilings and floors
If the world was wonderland, would I be
considered mad?
surely not, I'm SANE
I'm normal- not crazy
If the world was wonderland
who would be the Cheshire Cat?
The queen of hearts? Alice?
Who would be this, or that?
Would that desk be the grass?
Or the chair be a cup?
Would that carpet be a pie?
In wonderland, I'd frolic, not in flowers
but it clouds
In wonderland, what couldn't I do?
Nothing isn't allowed
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
I wear longer sleeves, a jacket even
It's not ¨ preppy ¨ I'm not cold
It feels safe, I feel safe when I hide in fabric
When you cant see the raw skin, on my hands
When you cant see the hairs on my arms stand up
When it's loud, when I get scared
You won't see me scratch, you won't see me pick
You won't see me break, see me count
obsessively, that's what the ¨ experts ¨ say, the one's who hand out
Diagnosis after diagnosis, prescriptions, so many
Advice, that's what they call it
Lies, that my comeback
because i'm not obsessed, i'm safe, i'm not crazy, i'm helping
not you, not your money, not your college degree
But my heart, myself, me, me, me, me, me
Call me a narcissist, call me selfish
ok, what else, any more judgment?
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 1:55 PM UTC
I used to write poetry in pencil; scared of judgment, full of fear
Wanted to be liked, loved, went back to be kind
but at one point, in a fit of rage a wrote on a page
All capitals, slanted- ripped the paper:
¨ These Words Are MINE, They Aren't Your Words. ¨
And I wrote this in thick, pitch black ink
I broke my lucky pencil, into 4, now trash
I keep a pen in my pocket, black with no shame
If i mess up I don't rip out the page, don't fear their stares
Because they are MY words, and honestly?
I DON'T CARE
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
After you left
I stared at the driveway
Feeling its emptiness
Wondering if you'd return.
After you left
I thought about your questions
Wishing I hadn't been so blunt
Wondering if I scared you away.
After you left
I remembered how you felt in my arms.
How you fit so perfectly there. Like my guitar.
Wondering if I should have kissed you when I
had the chance.
After you left
I sat in my room
Remembering all the things you said, and
Wondering about all the things you didn't.
After you left
I sat in silence.
Missing you in a way I didn't quite understand.
Wondering if you'd ever come back.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC