I’m all choked up
I cannot talk
I’ve got a ****** up brain, ****** up thoughts
Thought I was okay
But then I guess not
Hope you know that this is your fault
Want you to feel bad
When you go to sleep
Hope you’re sad when you remember me
Hope you’re feeling bad for all you did to me
And hope you lie there in your misery
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
I couldn’t stop crying
even when it was _
of course
who opened the door,
and even when _’s mom
took me into the bathroom
and turned on the shower
and said over and over,
Mija, mija, mija,
until she was crying
and I was crying
and she was looking at my knuckles
all ****** and bruised
from punching the wall
instead of _
and she was hugging me tight
and I can’t stop crying
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:55 PM UTC
Great job hypocrite,
You say we’re
wasting time,
But you’re the one
wasting ours.
We talk for three,
you talk for ten.
You tell us we’re
too loud,
But you’re the one breaking
our eardrums.
Great job at setting
the rules.
You really taught us
what’s right.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
I bled for this and I bleed for you
Nobody wants anything I’ve got
Which is fine because
You’re made of
Everything I’m not
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
First wash with warm water
Next with cold water
Finally with both.
Three times.
Makes sure your hands are clean.
What will happen if you don’t?
Well… I don’t know, but won’t find out.
Make sure the germs are gone.
Bring sanitizer,
Make your hands like a surgical room.
Oh, they’re dry?
Just wash more, it’ll be fine.
Oh, they’re cracked and bleeding?
Sanitize more,
Don’t want the germs infecting them.
Keep washing until your hands crumble.
You’re not allowed to have germs,
Can’t get sick.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
Your love is like camouflage for your rage
You never loved me, just used me
You tied me back,
Well, I won’t be caged anymore.
Your presence forced me to be quiet
But now I want to shout
I want to scream all the profanity
You pushed on to me.
When you leave I will be fine
My heart is to dark to care
You took my smile away long ago,
Now there’s no one to care.
So just leave
Because you can’t destroy what isn’t there.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
It was 11pm on a Friday when the boy walked out
of the house filled with a nasty smell and
people running to the bathroom before they throw up.
The boy swayed and waved to his friends as he stumbled to his car.
11:02 and his phone buzzed with a text from his mom,
“When will you be home?”
“Soon,” he responded,
not knowing that was the opposite of what would happen.
11:07, across town and a dad drove out of a school parking lot
with his daughter curled up after a long soccer practice,
cleats on the floor waiting to score a goal the next day.
11:13 and the boy saw everything blur around him,
hands slipping off the wheel, the alcohol from previous hours
taking over. His car drifted to another lane, a lane where a dad and daughter are also headed home.
11:21 and there will be sirens and lights and numbers on a breathalyzer.
Back at their home, a soccer bag waiting for things to be put in it,
Extra cleats waiting to score their first goal.
In an apartment a mother will be waiting for a text from her son.
At 11:35 that night, two mothers will get a call and find that their children are
Dead,
in an accident that could have been avoided.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
It was 8am on a Monday when a little girl walked
Into her 2nd grade classroom
Excited to show her friends her new pink skirt
And light up shoes her grandmother had gotten her
For her birthday just the day before.
She unloaded her lunchbox and took out her purple stuffed animal,
His name was puddles,
And placed him carefully beside her backpack.
She couldn't wait to tell her classmates about him during show and tell.
By 11am, the room smelled of crayons and glue sticks
As she worked on an art project due by the end of the day.
At 12:05, she sat cross-legged on the carpet,
Puddles tucked under her arm,
Surrounded by other second graders who still believed
That school was a safe place to be.
But time does thus cruel thing where it keeps going
Even though it shouldn't.
The clock on the wall didn't know that it was about to become
Nothing but a before and after.
It kept ticking like it always does,
Loud enough to be annoying,
But quiet enough to be ignored.
The sounds in the hallway changed.
There was no more laughter
Or sounds of little sneakers,
But the sounds of things most adults will be considered lucky
To never have to hear in their lifetime.
Lunch boxes will fall to the ground,
Desks will be pressed to the door,
And little hands meant for crayons and glue sticks
Will be pressed to little ears.
Puddles fell to the floor,
Now covered in a darkness that was once a child's innocence.
And that is where he will stay.
Later, someone will find a purple stuffed animal
On the classroom floor,
One light up shoe still blinking blue,
And glue sticks still left uncapped.
We will talk about this in numbers and headlines
And debates that last longer than 2nd grade attention spans.
And somewhere, a grandmother will stare
At a receipt for shoes that were supposed
To light up hallways,
Not memorials.
And a stuffed animal will never make it to show and tell.
Tomorrow, the desks will still be there,
The bell will still ring,
And another class will sit on the carpet.
They will add drills to the schedule
And lock the doors a little tighter.
Children will learn how to hide
Before they learn how to tell time.
And we will call this normal.
Just another tragedy you see on the news.
But it is not normal for grandmothers
To bury grandchildren.
And it is not normal for stuffed animals
To outlive the children who love them.
How many light up shoes have to stop blinking
Before we understand that time didn't fail that little girl.
We did
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 9:27 PM UTC
I’m done with the **** you said.
It all went to my head.
Now I can’t go to bed.
You can make me kneel.
You want me to keel.
But I know how to feel.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
I don’t remember that day very much.
My health wasn’t too good.
My parent wasn’t too concerned,
But we still went to the office.
I wish she could’ve just not done anything.
We walked in and I saw him.
Oh god, he still roams in my mind.
I was nine, ******* nine.
I wore some measly shorts with a baggy shirt.
Was that asking for attention? Was that begging for it?
His eyes roamed up and down my body.
I. Was. Nine.
His licked his lips, acting like he cared.
We needed to be in a room alone.
I. Was. Nine.
I can never go back.
I didn’t want attention,
I didn’t want what he did.
I was only nine.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC