Please notice what I've done
My pride is hurting from the things that
I spent hours on
Instead the ones I barely think of
are liked more above the rest
In fact the ones I barely think on
to me are just grotesque
See what I can really do
'A river is a thought of defiance
A flower the hated love between the two'
See what I can say, draw, and write
What I hear and know
Please tell me that you love them and me
Please do not let me go
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
Let me sleep until reality turns grey
Let me breathe until my lungs tear to shreds
Let me live alone in a house with a cat
Let me not be touched or tainted
But the world wants you to be touched
The world wants you to see reality in all its horrifying colors
The world wants you to breathe softly
And to live with the noises and smiles
Of the house you always dreamed of.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC
We've locked ourselves
in rooms of steel
created safe places
designed like prison cells
everyone says there is no way
to escape
without someone to call out our name
and no way to be free
without a light to guide us through the maze
But it will always have to be our feet
that takes us through this hell
And our own eyes
that will lead us well
Relying on others to help you is wrong
a delusion taught to you
through poems, stories, and songs
It will only be you and your willingness to heal
But that does not mean you have to walk alone
to break down all your seals
Stop this searching for that 'one true love'
the more you look
the further your real goals will become
to truly love another
is to forgive and mend yourself
because resenting your actions
only hurts everyone else
you do not love if you hurt and hate
it will only be your hands
that opens your heart's gate.
True love takes work
true love takes time
it only comes across your heart
when you work hard to be of sound mind
But what would I know?
I'm only sixteen
what experience would I have gone through
to really know what that love means?
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
Nostalgia for something that never was
And things that never will be again
Watermelons while sitting in cold tubs outside
Happy golden days beneath a window's warmth
Which one could have ever been real?
Were all those memories I created fake?
Am I the real version of myself?
Or just another way to cope with what I've done?
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
In the splashes of color the most purest form of emotion
seems to be happiness, as if this is the natural order of things
So in this sense
Humanity is yellow
And I am blue.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC
Tears can splash to the ground
You could shake in fear and rage all you want
But as soon as they smile
And push aside your claims with a laugh
You're absolutely ******
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
Collecting information and writing it down in a journal
People cross by in fear or interest
a human as analytical as a robot and emotional as a puppy
Strange one
Freak
Perfect
Writing it down, each move
Every behavior
Then I get up
ignoring complaints and compliments
And I help them all
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
Buttercups
are thin and yellow
Roses
red and thick like blood
if families can be described as flowers
which one do you think
is us?
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 10:54 PM UTC
There's a phone in the corner of my bag
Where I tell the people I love I need out
I called the other Them to help me
The people my mother was always running from
The people who would finally take me away
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
They're voices hit me
like hardened citrus
Thrown at my curled body on the floor
their laughter is hurting me
their smiles are my scars
Band-aids and mocking
inside I'm breaking
everyone else loves me the way I am
so why can't they?
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 4:27 PM UTC