I didn’t ask to end up here
doors that lock with a heavy sound,
gray halls with Wellstone printed on the forms,
windows that promise a world I can’t touch.
I count the tiles on the ceiling,
trace cracks in the floor,
wonder how many girls were before me
stared at these same walls,
wishing they were somewhere else.
Every voice is a stranger’s,
Every question is too close
I give answers that aren’t really answers,
fold my arms, hold their phone
just long enough for a supervised call home.
The food tastes like waiting,
The clocks move slower here,
And my thoughts get heavier
the longer I’m alone.
I replay every fight,
every ride in the car,
try to trace a way home
from this strange, borrowed bed
under Wellstone’s watchful lights.
I didn’t ask to be here
not for comfort,
not for help,
not for group talks in a circle
or whispered words at night.
But each evening, when the world outside
slips farther from my hands,
I close my eyes and count the days,
promise myself I’ll leave
with all of me intact.
9h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:10 PM UTC
I want to get so high
that I can’t hear my name,
can’t feel the weight of mirrors
reflecting all my shame.
Anything will do
a pill, a bottle, a cloud of smoke
I want to outrun the whispers
and the rules I always broke.
Sometimes it’s just too much
the stares, the likes, the skin I’m in,
So I chase the dizzy hush
where nothing hurts within.
Let me float past curfews
past curdled dreams and fights at home,
just one more hit, one more escape,
just one more way to roam.
Maybe I’ll get so high
I’ll finally disappear,
And maybe then the ache will stop
Or maybe I’ll just be nowhere near.
I wish I knew another way
to mend a heart that’s breaking,
but tonight I’ll take whatever comes,
no matter what it’s taking.
9h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:31 PM UTC
She is a firefly on a humid June night
A flicker of neon hope in the orchard’s hush,
Dancing on the tip of every possibility,
Her heart is a lantern cupped in fragile hands.
She glimmers in the tall grass, hard to find,
A secret signal pulsing through the dusk
She is the spark no jar can keep,
A thousand wishes with wings, trembling.
Every dream she wears glows electric,
Braided into the darkness of her wild hair
She is the hush before thunder, the laughter after rain,
The bright punctuation on summer’s soft sentence.
She learns her own light by trial and trembling,
Stumbling through tangled roots and breathless air
A beacon for the lost, a dare to the still world:
She is a firefly, becoming the night’s burning song.
10h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
Let’s have a toast to the arguments,
The words I said I can’t unsay,
Let’s have a toast for the eye rolls,
For every time I pushed you away.
Look, I know I’m hard to handle
sharp edges, stubborn pride,
Sometimes I light a fire,
just to watch it burn inside.
So here’s to the moments I slammed the door,
To all the dinners I left cold,
Here’s to the silence after the storm,
and the stories I never told.
If I could play a song for you,
I’d let the piano speak for me,
I’d let every note come crashing down
and say I’m sorry, honestly.
I run when I’m afraid to feel,
When the truth gets too loud,
I hide behind my headphones,
pretending I’m not proud.
Let’s have a toast to the tough love,
for every rule I tried to break,
Let’s have a toast for your patience
and every chance you let me take.
If you need to walk away sometimes,
I get it, I do the same,
But I hope you hear, between the lines,
that I love you, even when I run away.
10h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
I’m not ready for the cracking sound
of laughter breaking in a crowded room,
Or how a single memory can drown
My chest in old, familiar gloom.
I’m not ready for the quiet ache
When friends become just faces missed,
for empty echoes when I wake
and realize how much I resist.
I’m not ready for the silent cries
at dinner tables, missing chairs,
for family words that turn into lies
or love that falters, unaware.
I’m not ready for the trust that shatters
in texts I never dare to send,
Or how it suddenly all feels scattered
The hugs that used to help me mend.
I’m not ready for the fear that clings
when bonds unravel, thread by thread,
for missing out on little things
We never meant to leave unsaid.
I’m not ready to feel the pain
of holding broken pieces near
The friends and family lost again,
The ache of wishing you were here.
12h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
In the mirror’s silver gaze,
I search for hope inside my eyes
A longing quiet, hard to phrase,
A wish for comfort, not disguise.
I try so hard, each single day
To be enough, to do my best;
But sometimes all I hear them say
Is how I failed, not how I’ve pressed.
My heart is soft as petals fall,
Yet heavy with what I can’t prove;
I just want someone, anyone,
To show that I am worthy of love.
A glance, a note, a gentle word
Would it be too much to dream?
To not be judged for what’s unheard,
But valued higher than I seem?
Sometimes I feel invisible,
A shadow in the brightest room;
I ache for kindness, something simple,
A hand to pull me from this gloom.
I’m tired of feeling like a flaw,
Of shrinking when I should belong;
I just want someone to see it all
And love me, even when I’m wrong.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:13 AM UTC
I want to be a wild horse,
Because freedom calls my name
Not just to run, but to live unbound,
To chase the sun and outrun shame.
I dream of beauty fierce and bright,
A mane that glows in golden light;
No mirrors judging how I move,
Just muscles singing in the night.
Let me gallop through open fields,
Where wind and wildflowers intertwine
I crave the beauty of untamed things,
Of living boldly, crossing lines.
This world draws lines, builds quiet walls,
But freedom is my heart’s true course;
I long to show the world my soul
The fearless beauty of a wild horse.
So if you see me running far,
With hair and hope both wild and free,
Know I am chasing beauty’s truth:
A wild horse, free and proud to be.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
A possession of theirs you cannot give away? It isn’t old tools or a favorite hat, it’s the laughter tucked in every memory, the stories that still wander through my mind.
It’s the smell of food drifting from the kitchen, the air warm with his quiet care and talk. It’s his voice, noticing the hat on my head, “Don’t hide your beautiful face, let yourself be seen.”
It’s each honest word, spoken with care, and the feeling I’d never lose him, even now. It’s the pride in his eyes, fierce and gentle, and the comfort that, somehow, he’s still here with me.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:22 AM UTC
Who comes back when I think about missing?
It’s the quiet laugh that eases my worry,
The one who always had time to listen
Who never made me rush or hurry.
It’s those nights on the couch, TV flickering,
Sharing secrets no one else would know,
Or the soft clatter of plates at Welch’s,
It’s the voice that told me I mattered,
The smile that made everything light,
The memory of talking for hours,
Making even hard days feel all right.
Who comes back when the missing gets heavy?
It’s the one whose kindness still stays
I find you in laughter and silence,
In the comfort of ordinary days.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
I walk these neon-lit backroads, Boots muddy from dreams and rain, with a wild song in my pocket and a heart that knows both joy and pain.
A voice in my headphones whispers of rivers running and running free. I want to lose myself in the mountains, but I’m stuck in this small town scene.
Guitar chords roll like thunder through my restless, hopeful chest. Photographs and memories linger. A girl just trying her best.
I wish I could live those stories where outlaws always get away, but every mistake and every heartbreak is just another price I pay.
So I drive with the windows open, let these songs become my guide; A teenage heart caught somewhere between the wild and the ride.
With a little country longing and a rock ‘n’ roll kind of soul, I’m learning to find my rhythm and make these broken pieces whole.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 10:18 PM UTC