Our eyes touch
And we exchange
Do you love my gaze
Or hate the change
These ones are red filled, with rage
These have betrayal engraved
Most are tired with a dead stare
Triangular within the frame
Some are brown, few are grey
Some hateful, few playful
Some don't look, wouldn't dare
Some are serious, others are hideous
Some fear what is there
Some don't even care
All are different
None are perfect
But they all come in pairs
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC
Why do people feel empathy for you?
What did you do?
You're far behind by hundreds.
You're thrown off on thunders.
They'll replace you, you come in bundles.
They’ll crawl inside your mind,
Leave you torn and stumbling.
They'll make you feel.... like nothing.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
the ache you left
for time to bless
and even now
in my distress
i'd love you more
not any less
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Late at night at the sink
The mirror stares and makes me think
what if i let my body sink
Let the blood flow in sync
Relive the dreams i thought were pink
Leave it all down the drain
For once I'll relief my pain
And i don't care what you think
At least i didn't die a fink
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
I'll peel my skin for your warmth.
Just don't hate my new look.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 3:41 PM UTC
If the mind could talk it would say a lot
Punishing words, burning hot
it would fight itself for a decision
that doesn't need the slightest precision
If the eyes could speak they'd wish not
from the horrors this obnoxious world got
They would rain to ease the mind
that still can't decide
If the legs could express they'd cry lot
marching forward, tied by a knot
yet they follow the path of the unknown
like a stray cat roaming the cold streets alone
If scars could wish, they’d beg to erase
The skin they haunt, the time, the place
Trained for pain, deployed with pride
Now just tally marks we try to hide
And if the pen could live, it would join the riot
Etching screams into verses, never quiet
But it belongs to a mind that’s fractured and blind
Spilling blood instead of rhyme
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
locks loops in place
cuts strings of hope
A blade powered by a radius of despair
Back and forth through life
An AC connection binds
My nerve cells through my eyes
so I bawl them out till it's summer
dried my pipes
I'd need a plumber
Now, you might not get the flow
cuz it's how my sick brain goes
I'll live in circles till god knows when
till I finally decide when it ends
When I close the curtains of the shower
When I solve the circle without a power
When I'm dried of the last drop of hope
When I believe the lies of the rope
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
Maybe it's not meant to be.
I shot my shot and fired.
I played myself to believe.
That I'm OK care free.
But ohh, the assassin life hired.
He put a gun to my head.
I told him to fire.
Cuz I'm so done to beg.
My wet eyes are tired.
So down to be held
So leave my neck wired
"I'm sorry"
But life hasn't been something I ever desired.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 6:19 AM UTC
I thought i was good in a lot of stuff.
School, skills, smiling when life got rough.
It shattered me a hundred pieces when i heard it.
"not good enough"
Now I'm fighting for a title i never had
looking at myself, amazed by how bad.
I was delusional i knew it.
But I'm the worst i found out.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 4:29 AM UTC
𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚠.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗.
𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎.
𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚖 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 say 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚒s 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.
𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎"
𝙾𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC