I miss writing,
now I can't even write.
I miss being broken hearted,
now I can't even love.
I miss being alive,
now I can't even die.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:46 PM UTC
I lost my sense of belonging
Can no longer remember its feeling
I crave of not being lonely
for what can no longer be salvaged
I see all the places I belong
to only notice how I don't
I lost what made me part of them
what was meant to be part of myself
I cry with no tears
over a mirror with no reflection
Him, the writer that wrote his life
now can no longer hold his pencil
I lost everything I cared about
I cared about everything I lost
Now I have none,
not the mourning not the search
I'm miserable.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
Shadows behind my spiraled dreams
whimsical roses underneath my self-esteem
I wake up late for the early bird to see
hindering the beam of light under its wing
Illusion, such novelty for the marred eyesight
wandering on the wonder of winding woo
Because it's autumn on the upside down world
while you enjoy the warmth of your spring sky
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:58 PM UTC
A shelter I am in the seek for
in all the hatred I've surrounded myself with
I've seen my bridges set on fire
by the slightest of hoped I've felt
For what I try is not enough
to get a grip on this grappled gap
Running away of collapsing shelters from within
a perpetual refugee of empty wordings
Today I build a new home in a new shelter
despite all the cracks I've seen on its entrance
Because shelters are scarce on this dying world
and I have been cursed to live in it until its last dying second
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC