how does one express pain?
how about disappointment?
can we even represent them when tears don't come to our eyes?
i wish there was something that could
because when you want to cry and feel too empty to do it
there's no coming back
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC
The dream age for many
The age where you can finally be free
At least that's what I thought.
Buying alcohol and cigarettes or answering some stupid questionnaires
Are the only things I'm actually free to do
As long as I live under their roof and need their transport
I will not have freedom
I will not be able to live my life as I please
18 has proven to be just one more age
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
For so long I didn’t understand
Why do people drink?
Especially after i’ve see what it does
Or even when they do it
Maybe it was the fact i cared for those people
While they were under the influence
Seeing them do dumb ****
At the same time they hurt me
Now i understand
The anxiety inside of me just vanishes
I feel free from my emotions
I don't have to feel anything at all
The real problem it’s what comes after
The regret
The shame
Why did i become when of those
Who I judged the most?
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
I'd rather that you hate me
Instead of you feeling nothing for me
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC
Compliments are so nice
They make you feel
Like you actually matter
They make you feel
Good
However
Why is it always
“Hot”
And never
“Pretty”
Am I only my body?
Makes so much sense after realising this
I’m only hot enough for people to want me
But not pretty enough to make them stay
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
It hurts
Hurts to try and forget the person
That you loved so deeply
After all they put you through
All the emotions they made you feel
The tears they made you shed
As well as the disgust
That you ought you would never feel for that person
But also the butterflies in your stomach when you are around them
Or the smell of their perfume when you walk into a room
That brings you back to the happy times
Unconditional love is something powerful
Too powerful even
Because when the person is not in your life anymore
Why is calling them your first thought
When something bad happens
Or when you accomplish something
Why is getting rid of things they gave to you hard
Or the need you have to wear them
When you know they will be around to see
We all wish our brain was not this complicated
We all want to forget that one person
That gave us everything and left us with nothing but sorrow
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
Eu vi tudo
De cima abaixo
Todas as sardas
Todas as cicatrizes
Eu beijei-as
Eu fiz com que a dor passasse
Mesmo quando ela voltava
Irão sempre existir cicatrizes
Não só as dele
Eu fiz o melhor que pude
Para o ajudar
Eu dei tudo
A minha saúde mental
As minhas relações sociais
O meu corpo
A minha alma
E tudo isto para quê?
Para receber um obrigado?
Para ele fazer as coisas que prometeu que nunca faria
Outra vez?
Será que eu voltava a fazer isto tudo?
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC
I only shared my story
All of the awful things he did to me
They way he made me feel
So how am I to blame for his mental health?
Was it me
By also telling his friends the story
That made them go away?
Or was it his ****** attitude?
Or the way he reacts when people say something he doesn’t like?
Or maybe even because he kissed his best friend’s ex?
At that friend’s house
If they were really his friends though
They would have talked to him
About the bad attitude he had
But still be there for him
But is it my fault for sharing the details of our relationship?
It was MY relationship too
It was MY privacy too
I did say somethings that maybe were too personnel
But honestly?
I could not give less than a ****
Guess I got my wish after all
His life is a bit miserable now
But why do I still feel bad?
I hate feelings
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
It’s night
Lying in bed
Once it was a wonderful thing,
Now I just look at the ceiling
Where the stars and the moon are
They shine
And they make my memories shine too
All of the good times
Come flooding my brain
However
I’m lying in the same bed
Where I cried
And cried
For those exact memories
To come back
Only to find emptiness
Suffering
The stars and the moon
The ones he gave me
Are now just a constant reminder
Of what a time of my life was
Should I take them out?
Remove them from my ceiling
So the memories stop?
But the problem is
One of the things I love the most
It’s a starry sky with a beautiful moon
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC