Something is different today
There was once a burning fire
An immortal tolerance for pain
Anything to achieve my desire
I would burn the earth to take my boon
I would walk through hell to win
I would die inside a brilliant fire
Because I knew I'd rise again
But lately something has changed inside
Something killed my epic soul
Something has exhausted the fuel within
Burned out, cold, I pay the toll
I used to have an awesome drive
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC
I stand in a dark room,
empty and alone,
ashamed and hurt,
filthy and unclean,
a receptacle for all garbage.
I sit against a cold wall,
drowning in my thoughts,
drowning in my pain,
drowning in mire and filth,
drowning by myself.
I reach for anything to bring myself up,
and the water starts to flow.
A trickle at first, uncertain,
then stronger, washing over me.
I let clean water strip away my filth.
I don’t fight it.
I give in.
I let the water wash away my shame,
watching my thoughts swirl down the drain.
As I sit there, I can’t feel my pain,
can’t see my shame,
can’t sense my filth.
I watch everything washing away,
vanishing into the depths.
I feel clean.
I feel alive.
I feel ready to take a step.
A step forward.
A step away from the past.
A step toward something new.
I am ready to be better.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
Getting better each day
Trying
Slowly
It hurts
I know good is to come
I know beauty is inside
I know the artist is wonderful
But every chip of the chisel makes me want to give up
Every swing of the hammer makes me cry
Every stroke of the brush knocks me down
Every moment in the flame hardens my heart
But it hardens my resolve
The artist has seen my clay and promised beautiful things
I won't be this way forever
Somebody is sculpting me into my true self
But every gentle touch feels like shattered bones
My broken pieces are turning into a beautiful mosaic
Stunning and colorful
But right now it hurts
Right now I need help
To see what the artist sees
Right now I can't trust the artist
Because all I've felt is hurt
All I've seen is pain
I can't ever see what the artist sees
But I know he's there
I know he loves me
I know he is slowly healing me
Even if I can't see it, he can
So I'm getting better
Trying
Slowly
It hurts
But I'm getting better
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
I spend every day
praying to break this cycle,
adrift on a sea without wind in my sails,
no hands to row me to safety,
sitting in my own filth—
completely alone.
I see ships on the horizon,
their shapes shimmering like salvation,
but they are only mirages.
I whisper lies to myself:
“You’re saved.”
Laughable.
Nobody knows you’re out here.
I could jump,
let the waves take me,
drown in the mire of my own making.
But I’m too scared to die—
too scared to free myself
from this isolation.
Instead, I’ve hung the gun on the wall.
It waits there, cold and patient,
a silent promise,
If nothing changes,
I will save myself
Your move
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
I’m hungry.
Starving.
Dying.
Alone.
Im in need,
but how far would I go?
What would I do to feed my soul?
Would I consume the brambles before me,
knowing each bite would tear me apart?
I bite down and taste only blood.
The ache remains,
a hunger that gnaws at my edges.
I need this, but it hurts.
So I wrap myself in thorns,
cut my skin to ribbons,
just to feel something—
anything.
Maybe now that I’m cut and bleeding,
someone will notice.
…
Maybe not.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
I feel odd
This strange mood has taken me
Something isn't right
Something isn't right
Discontent incomplete not whole
I wander down a bright corridor the lights hurt my eyes
The hum a cacophony of pain
Something isn't right
Something isn't right
Something isn't right
Something isn't right
I'm falling but stationary
A runaway train lost in the empty brightness
I'm mindlessly speeding through nothingness
Something is terribly wrong
I've never felt this way before
A mad descent
I'm suffering and I don't know why
I feel sick
From tension
From speed
From stress
From pain
From sickness
I don't know why
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
Something is terribly wrong
My life is falling apart
as I curl up the walls close in
The bright light intensifies
I can't take it
I don't know
Please GOD save me
Please somebody save me
I can't think
I can't eat
I can't walk
I can't sleep
Something is wrong and it's hurting
The light intensifies
The hum gets louder
The walls begin to crush my chest
I gasp for breath but nothing reaches my lungs
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
The front gate is open.
You needn’t even knock.
Everything you’re seeking is right here.
Walk through my city—
its streets cracked, its walls worn thin.
You ride in, asking “Are you okay?”
Your voice is warm, your intentions pure.
The city looks broken.
“I’m fine. I’ll fix it.”
But who am I kidding?
I’m not fine.
My inner sanctum is leveled,
my heart crushed,
my life force drained.
You nod as though reassured,
admiring the scaffolding and fresh paint.
“You’re strong,” you say,
then gallop off to your next quest.
But you didn’t stay long enough
to notice the rubble behind the walls.
Don’t just stop at “I’m okay.”
Because I’m not.
I can’t share the crumbling walls behind the fresh paint
I don’t know how.
But I do need help.
You saw the scaffolding and thought it was enough.
You didn’t see the cracks spreading beneath.
You didn’t see how the darkness still presides,
smothering the streets,
hiding in the corners of my heart.
I’m getting worse,
Even if I look like I'm healing.
This darkness must be dispelled,
But you’ve already ridden away,
Your banner bright against the sky.
Of course,
you meant well.
But you never looked deep enough to see.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
I walk along an endless beach,
waves lapping at my ankles,
soft sand beneath my feet.
The world is a quiet peace.
I glance back and notice,
to my surprise,
two sets of footprints
trailing in the sand behind me.
I know He is here,
rejoicing in my joy,
walking beside me
because I have welcomed Him.
But one day, the wind rises.
The sky darkens, torn by thunder.
The waves crash, drowning my cries.
I stumble, unable to go on.
My life is unrecognizable—
rubble and filth,
pain and sorrow,
a world shattered by the storm.
And when I look back?
Only one set of footprints in the sand.
Why?
Am I truly alone?
I sit in silence,
lost in the weight of abandonment.
I search for understanding,
but all I find is emptiness.
I look up to the sky and cry out—
“Why have You forgotten me?”
Only then is the truth revealed.
Not my footprints, not my strength.
Every step in the sand was His.
Through the storm, He carried me,
through the waves, He walked.
Not a single moment alone.
I was never forsaken.
I forsook Him.
But he still carries me to the end
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
e build palaces on the beach
On the wet sand with tides lapping at our foundations
We build castles knowing that they will fall
But we do it anyway
They play a fleeting game that never lasts forever
They play a temporary game because it's fun
They play not to destroy but to build
So I too will to build
My destruction will not be by my own hand
But by the tide slowly pulling everything apart
I will build my sand castle to stand tall,
its spires catching the light of the setting sun.
I will build my castle to inspire awe,
to be envied and remembered.
Even when the tide takes it,
maybe its memory will remain—
etched in the sand, or in the hearts
of those who saw it rise.
So I will play,
to build, to create, to live.
Even knowing the tide will come,
I will play.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
I finally let it all out—
Hot rain falls over dry fields.
I scream into the arid sky;
The stoic sun finally yields.
The storm begins to rise.
Something breaks within
A crack appears where the pain grows.
The weight of indifference builds so fast,
It tears apart what I held close.
The storm breaks within me.
Clouds cover the hateful sun;
And finally, I feel the rain.
Alone at my lowest point,
I release all of my pain.
The storm spills from me.
I offer all of my hurt
To a growing pool of tears.
My emotions manifest before me—
My hatred aches, sorrows, and fears.
The storm is before me.
The fields lie broken, split by scars,
Roots exposed to open air.
Where pain laid waste, the roots remain,
Tentative life begins to dare.
The storm has passed through me.
The suffering hasn't stopped but growth begins
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:53 AM UTC