I yearn for spring
so to spring I cling
but now fall has arrived
and I’ve been deprived
of the hot summer sun
by constantly trying to run
back to when everything was fine
back to when my reflection was mine
by being stuck in what once was
I made happiness a lost cause
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
On winter days I go on walks in the dark
I pretend I can leave my body behind
and let my soul wander around the empty park
when I return I find the roads filled with cars
and Christmas lights shining brightly in the trees
for a moment I feel like I'm surrounded by stars
and I wonder if this is what my brother sees
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
How foolish of me to seek compassion and salvation in this world
When it was this world that destroyed my heart
Now I pray and wait for the righteous hand of the Lord
to soothe my shattered heart and purify my tarnished body.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
Look at the 8 limbed creature A nightly procedure
What was meant to create life Now substitutes a knife
The disappearance of the individual Such a cruel ritual
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
My mother doesn’t hug me but I feel her arms around me when she quietly hands me my favourite chocolate bar
My mother doesn’t kiss me but I feel her lips on my forehead when she takes care of my injuries
My mother doesn’t tell me she loves me but I read it in every “I'm home” text
My mother doesn’t ask me much but she notices everything
My mother may seem cold to many because her warmth is reserved for me alone
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
I will cry with you
I will hide your tears
I will cling to you
I will roll off with ease
I will comfort you
like no human ever could
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
I bleed ink
and with my blood I will write
I cry when I write
I scream when I write
For he who does not first bleed
will never be able to do it right
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
Father, am I your strongest soldier?
Father, I am unclean
Father, will you wash me?
Father, please save me
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
Every touch
felt like too much
My makeshift love
felt so rough
I try to kiss
but I was never made for this
I've always known
I was meant to be alone
I've always known
I'm best on my own
I've always known
in every single bone
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC
Autumn is when I feel
less alone than other times
For when the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey
I feel as though my dark soul
is mocked less by the cruel sunlight
And I can be dark and melancholy
together with nature
- Wyatt St. Dymphna
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC