Im drowning in sorrow,
It pierces each day,
the pain grows stronger,
It won’t turn away,
my body so fragile ,
it shakes with fear,
I’m lost in uncertainty ,
nothing feels clear,
I wish for release ,
or just my end,
I’d rather live,
though this pain won’t bend,
If I must wither let it be so,
But not while this pain,
Continues to grow
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
A weak body
withering away,
a silent pain that cannot sway,
a health so low it fades away,
like leaves in the wind
on a rainy day,
a women with sorrows
so deathly afraid,
but not anymore she said so brave
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
The only honest thing in the room is the color blue not Mr blue,
the blue is deep and it’s also true,
It bends and shifts ,
through every hue,
Mr blue twists,
He turns , so sudden and
without a cue,
Just like the heart inside of you,
You ache,
You break,
And falls apart,
It crumbles with your heavy heart,
To die with you, to share your pain?
A storm inside, like endless rain..
Do you drown in waves you made?
An ocean built from scars that stayed.
Blue’s not just a gentle shade,
It’s the truth you can't evade.
Because deep down you know,
You are Mr Blue
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:24 PM UTC
Sadness of a dark
empty soul, weeping what
they sow, a soul so fragile
it shakes with fear, a
bone so narrow its tall
and clear, a mind so
frozen it cant be
unbroken, my shoulder
so heavy these burdens
grow a garden, My minds
a mess the worlds
like chess, All thats
left is a sea full
of stress, So
Swallowed in madness,
all thats left is sadness
a sea full of tears
and so shallow happiness
You cut your skin You
Rip out your heart, a
soulless bound that tears me
at the seams, shattering
all the remaining of my
dreams, The ocean engulfs
you, you’re not you anymore.
all you can do is struggle & drown
There is no way to escape this poisonous
grasp. To the sin of Gluttony
we shall all suffer.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
A shallow soul weeps for release
a kindred ball rolls down a road,
you follow that road it reeks of grease
its wretched smell feels like home
the end of the road leads to a place
a town so lost so out of place
you feel at peace but scared inside you follow the ball and enter a home, it’s dark and gloomy, you feel so empty, the kindred ball leaves you alone, alone again but you don’t care. you ARE at home you’re one with all,
you look in the mirror you’re a sad bag of coal ,
you know it’s you it feels so cold,
you want to rot in this place called “Home”..
You shut them all out and crawl into a bed,
it’s ***** and disgusting but you are nothing.
so now all you do is fall down,
you are sound asleep gone away,
you can’t wake up , you know your place.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
