You've got,
brown eyes like the devils liquor-
burn me slow, and i'll drink it quicker
I'll bare my throat, i'll meet your dare
So take it-
my guilt, my breath, my spine and silent prayers,
I'll burn for you, raw and loud
A sinner begging to be proud
I'd drink the devils liquor anytime with you
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 5:26 AM UTC
I want to stab my chest.
let the pressure hiss out like steam.
It’s lived here too long,
The same pressure
I've felt lying in this same bed,
staring through this same window,
with these same thoughts
in this same body
no matter how many times I beg it to leave
I want to stab my chest.
Cut out the rot of
never good enough,
of sorry for existing,
of always the one who ruins everything.
I want it gone
The weight.
The silence.
The drowning
The constant need to earn my right to breathe.
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sunk.
But I don't stab.
I just lie here
again
and the window doesn’t say a thing.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 3:02 PM UTC
This user is loosing interest in everything
like tabs left open, forgotten, buffering.
Notifications blink like dying stars,
but none are worth the effort of looking.
Conversations feel like code
written in languages I unlearned.
but mean none of them.
Even the mirror loads too slowly,
and when it does,
the face looks like someone
mid-update,
stuck.
The days autoplay.
The nights glitch.
And somewhere in the background,
I hear the soft hum
of systems shutting down.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
My soul ached,
ached for something that wasn't there,
fragments of sanity,
or something left,
anything
but my hands just tore through air,
nothing—
nothing—
nothing to hold,
no real thing left to touch.
Was it real?
Time doesn’t tick anymore,
it just rots in the corners,
empty hours I can't fill
with anything that feels real.
faces I know,
but don't
eyes that stare and don’t care, (must they care?)
lips that move,
but nothing comes out.
The stars shine
but I don’t see it.
I stand there waiting
for something to make sense,
but nothing ever does,
nothing will.
I tried to die,
but I just ended up
standing here,
an echo of life
waiting to vanish.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
I just want a day,
where it doesn’t feel like i'm falling apart anymore,
A day i feel completely okay
But such a day will never exist,
Will it?
Writers hurt,
In a way no one can hurt
We dont cry,
We bleed on paper.
And i will forever bleed on paper,
Everyday;
For the rest of
My years.
But I let the same problems steal these tears,
It’s not a choice,
I’m tired every day.
I just want a day.
where it doesn’t feel like i'm falling apart anymore,
A day.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
Your not dead,
But it feels like you are.
I'll scroll past a stranger on the internet,
But I know their soul,
The hurt in their life,
The people they like,
The life they live,
Their favourite food,
Song,
Artist,
Their favourites
How do you know a person,
And they’re still strangers?
Your not dead,
But your memory fades,
And the laughter from us on the couch,
Irking eachother and eating icecream.
The sound of our home,
Full of giggles and smiles.
The family I yearned for.
The care I yearned for.
Who will make me giggle when I cry?
And listen to my worthless words?
To indulge my every whim,
And cook me food when i'm hungry,
Who will take care of you,
Make sure your healthy,
And bother you,
Borrowing something from your room every day,
Sitting on your bed and telling each other about our day,
Who we hate
Who we love
Who we judge
You live,
But not in my world
Your walking around somewhere,
Content with your new life,
I hope you are.
But i'm not.
I smell your smells and think of you,
I listen to your songs
I play your games
And think of then.
Where did they go?
Where did you go?
Why did you have to go?
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
Can you remember who you were,
Before the world told you who you are.
Before all the whispers turned to screams,
In your own mind.
Who were you?
Before everything changed you,
Before you “fixed yourself”
You’re mother will say
“Where did my darling go?
The one with the heart to big for her body,
The one whose purity was that of gold,
The one who’s justice was louder than doubt,
The one who had no doubt
The one who always loved,
The one who always forgave,
The one who bore like the sun.”
And you will be confused,
Because all you were,
Is what you are now.
Confused,
Broken,
Hurt,
And changed.
A hypocrite,
For you’ve always hated change.
For you’ve always hated hypocrites
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
I tried **** myself,
Not with a rope
Not with a knife,
Not my body.
I tried to **** my soul,
Not entirely I
But my mind
Convincing and hounding,
With logic
And I could feel it,
Screaming,
Gasping,
Tears.
I felt as each fiber began to shred,
Bleeding with my sanity.
Each tear, holding a shred of my soul,
Each piece tiny,
But huge.
I tried to **** myself,
On the 6th of april.
And i would have succeeded,
If not for the sun calling me
Beckoning me,
Loving me.
Just like its warmth promised.
My stars fell,
But my sun saved them.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
You’re not here,
Sitting on the bed with me,
Taking your hit and yapping.
But the air still hums,
Like you just left.
And i’m laughing again,
Complaining about something,
You made a joke.
And I have a reassurance in the back of my mind,
Saying,
“You're safe with this, its forever”
But it isn’t.
It feels like it will never change,
But it does,
Having to leave,
And no one told the air,
To forget about you.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 12:13 PM UTC