Ever feel like you’re just surviving? Just existing? Like you’re not actually living, but more like moving through the days, as a soulless body. A smile plastered to your face, to dismiss the worries. No one will ask, cause they don’t see the pain in your eyes. No one’s ever looked long enough to notice. Tell yourself everything is gonna be fine, but every time you see that one large sharp knife, you want to plunge it through your chest. Keep scrolling on that **** phone, cause you think it will fill some ache of loneliness. But those are lies, it will just make you lonelier, scroll, after scroll. Till you feel like nothing, but a washed up failure. Tell yourself to get out of bed but you can’t, your mind is not your legs. At least sit up? Your ears start ringing, head is pounding. You say it’s normal, say it’s fine. It’s been like this for years, and you don’t remember anything before it. Press two fingers to your neck, make sure it’s still beating. It is. So, why do I feel dead inside? Moving through the days like a zombie. What would it feel like to live? Not just survive, but live. Without worrying about time slipping away, without the clenching in your chest, and tears behind your eyes. Or the pain that runs much deeper, than the **** on your arm. Without being invisible, nor recognized in ways you hate. Someone get me out, because I just wanna live. I wanna live so bad.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
It’s bitter on my tongue, it’s sirens in my ears.
It’s the quiet ache wishing someone were here.
It’s the words I never spoke cause my throat always closes.
It’s the clenching in my chest, the tears behind my eyes.
It’s the blood that runs on the bathroom tiles.
It’s the silence in my mind, but also the yelling all the time.
It’s when I’m forgotten, lost in the dark. But the lights are too blinding, wouldn’t dare to stand out.
It’s the way I’m invisible in a room full of people, but it’s also the way I’m noticed too.
It’s the way I believe in God, but feel like I don’t.
It’s the things I think, that others spoke.
It’s cold and angry, sad and hurt, loud and lonely.
Forgotten, yet still holding on.
It’s the things I wanted to do, but never had the passion to.
The things I thought were me, never really were.
Do you have a name for it?
Cause I can’t think of another thing to say.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 6:37 PM UTC
You said you’d sacrifice yourself for me, so why are you the one breaking me down?
You said you loved me, so why did you leave? You said you cared, so why do you act like I’m the problem? You said it was me and only me, so who is she?
Every time you say you’re fine, I can hear the lie in your voice. We pretend it didn’t happen, pretend everything’s fine. You tell me to move on, to stop living in the past, but the past is unfinished. We never closed any of it.
You were a liar and a coward, and I hate that.
But I love you, and I hate that I still do.
Can’t you see how different you are now?
Where did you go? I miss you, even when you’re standing right in front of me. I miss our late- night summer talks back in ’24. Do you ever think about those? Or have you already let them fade?
I wish you’d bring up those memories just once — just to know you still have them.
I try to hold onto the good times, but I’m scared there won’t be any more. And if there’s joy left for me, it won’t come from the man I see, only from the memory of who you used to be.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 9:06 PM UTC
The words you spoke were never true,
You don’t care now—you never do.
You never saw the tears I hide,
Or knew the storm I hold inside.
Your soft goodbyes, they never came,
That silence lit the hardest flame.
We built a world from day to day…
But I died when you walked away.
You saw me once, and thought I’d healed—
The pain I wore remained concealed.
I smiled, I laughed, I played the part,
While sorrow gnawed right through my heart.
When you came back, your touch had changed,
No warmth, no home—just hearts estranged.
No comfort left, no safe retreat,
Just memories cold and incomplete.
You used me up for fleeting fire,
I gave myself to your desire.
And every night, in silent cries,
I begged for peace beneath the lies.
So once again, I’ll softly say:
I truly died that bitter day.
Go live your life, pretend it’s right—
Don’t turn around, stay out of sight.
You wouldn’t look back anyway.
Not when I begged for you to stay.
I’m not your ghost, I’m not your flame.
I’m just the echo of your name.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
The rain that cries but doesn’t weep
Still whispers low to every sheep.
It knows too much, recalls it all—
Each broken vow, each silent fall.
So don’t speak words you can’t retrieve—
They scar far more than you believe.
You’ll say you’re sorry, time and again,
And soon forget just where or when.
Don’t ask me “Are you doing fine?”
You’ve always known the same old line.
I’ll be there still, if you should break,
But I wear smiles that are only fake.
I built these walls to hide my flame—
You never asked, you never came.
Each night I drown what I can’t say,
While you just blink and walk away.
Go cry, go shout, go feel the sting—
I’ve held my tears through everything.
I stand while all the world forgets,
While time walks past, I live in yet.
No fire burns what’s already ash,
I died the day I broke and crashed.
So don’t come back, don’t try the door—
I’m not your ghost, not yours no more.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
I never touched his hand or face,
Yet loved him in a sacred space.
A bond built not on skin or sight,
But whispered words in quiet night.
He changed not slowly, not with years.
But in the hush between our tears.
It wasn’t time that drew the line,
It was the silence, cold, divine.
I try to hate him, and I do,
The stranger that he faded to.
But still I ache for who he was.
The version lost without a cause.
No final word, no last goodbye,
Just echoes where his truths would lie.
I loved a ghost, a voice, a flame.
Now all that’s left’s a hollow name.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC