Paint a bitter picture
with a letter full of truth.
Let it be offensive.
Let it be uncouth.
Even if it hurts me
Have your feelings be outpoured
because I'd rather be
rejected
than to simply be
ignored.
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 9:40 PM UTC
I see my hands,
They’re disappearing,
And my arms,
They’re turning clear.
My legs are fading slowly.
Before I know it,
I’m not here.
I try to shout,
But hear no bellow.
I try to scream,
But not a cry.
My being is
i n v i s i b l e
And I have no idea why.
No one else
Seems to see me.
And no one else
Seems to care.
The people who are near me
Walk through me like I’m
a i r.
How I’ve left
Is but a mystery.
Why I’ve left
I do not know.
The main question on my mind is
where
did
I
go?
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
You're supposed to feel stupid now
Crying out of pain
Single with a lonely heart
Or dating someone plain
But now I see you with this girl
With whom I can't compete
Smiling like you're happy now
As if you feel complete
Forgive me for my bitterness,
The daggers in my eyes
But I realize all your hopeful words
Were just conveying lies
See, you once would call me beautiful
And after me you chased
Then you dumped me, left me all alone
And now I've been replaced?
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
I have faith
that one day
I will no longer be
plagued
by the thought
of you.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
Standing all alone in front of twisted mirrors
Viewing versions of myself I’ve never seen before
The more I try to run the more I run into them
Will I ever find a way to reach the exit door?
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
Pinch me
so I'll feel the pain.
Hurt me
'til I go insane.
Maybe then
I won't refrain
and end this
numbness
in my vein.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
I have myself convinced
that my heart
has a limited amount
of repairs.
That after the seventh time
it is broken,
there will be no way
to fix it.
I don’t trust
its durability.
But I am the owner
and the repairman.
And if I say it will get fixed,
it will get fixed.
Lifetime guaranteed.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
How is it that
the minute
I let you go
was the same minute
I began to feel
beautiful again
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
You're the scar
that everyone insists on
rubbing their finger in.
"Oops,"
they say as the blood starts
oozing again.
Then they leave me to
nurse my own wound.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
Treating happiness
like it's a
r a c e
is the fastest way to
c r a s h
into misery.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC