love is amazing
but at the same time its a curse
its got the power to make you really happy
but at the same time its got the power to destroy you
and everyone paints it as if its so valuable
but then once youve had a taste your either addicted
or you never wanna taste it again because it hurt you
its like a rose
its beautiful in everyway
its petals a crimson red
or a crisp white
or a soft pink
then you haves its thorns
the green spikes of danger
you have to tip-toe around love
if you don't pay attention
then you might end up with thorn-scarred skin
love is amazing
but
is it all what people say it is?
is it really worth it?
just to get hurt in the end?
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
I need help
I feel as if I never do enough
or I'm doing too much
I want to be there for people
but I don't know how without being too much
or being awkward
I'm not good with emotion because I'm forced to hold mine in
I'm not able to share mine
because I can't be a burden to those I love
and if I do share my emotion
I'll be called emotional
or dramatic
I've got presents for christmas or birthdays
things like "Sorry did I roll my eyes aloud?" on a tee
or pins saying "Dont be a drama lama"
I hate it
My family asks "why don't you trust us?" or
"why wont you talk to us?"
they think I'm just another angsty teen
but I'm not
I just need someone to define "good enough"
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC
get to class and sit down, getting my materials ready
i see from the corner of my eye
girls snickering and pointing at me
acting like I’m blind
i feel tears welling up but I swallow my tears and stand and look at them
‘I’m not blind or deaf you know that, right?’
they look at me like im crazy then they burst out into laughter
i feel my heart drop in my throat
i feel the stinging
like there’s barbed wire around my throat
i sit back down and start to hyperventilate
i don’t know how to stop crying
my friend tries to lead me through a breathing exercise but i can’t hear her
not over my heartbeat rising
not over my insecurities
i can’t breathe
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
she stands there looking worried yet disappointed
holding the small blade in between her slim fingers i look away trying not to cry and i consciously touch my wrist
‘Let me see’ she says
i shake my head quickly
‘I just want to help you’
but i know that
i’ve known that
i just know she won’t be able to help
she won’t understand my mind like i do
she’ll think im gone
she will think that im unwell
the storm just has to past
it will pass on it’s own
all will be okay after
but i tell myself that every time
and it never gets better
my head is a broken vase that doesn’t have it’s glue
i need to fix my vase before my family finds it and yells at me
later that night we talk about it more and i let her see
my peach paper covered in red ink
my poor stained peach paper
she gasps a bit then gets up grabbing a medkit
i start to let out what i’ve been feeling
thinking
i show her my vase
and she promises to help me fix it
i sob in relief and she cradles me to her chest
as if i was her baby again
- broken vase
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
the voice is back
it wont go away
not until I give in
they want me to grab my sharpened pencil
find a good spot
and scribble into the peach paper
scribble harsh enough
or they wont be satisfied
then once they are satisfied
they will stop
they'll go quiet
then I will be filled with regret
I will hide my tainted pencil
then take a shower
cleaning the harshly done scribbles
then hide my paper from anyone and everyone
my parents will wonder
'Why are you wearing a sweater? It's over 90 degrees!'
I'll act surprised and say that im really cold
they wont notice how my eyes dart to the place
where I scribbled my peach paper
they wont notice how I tug my sleeves down quickly when I reach for a salad bowl
they will never be able to notice my damaged peach paper
if they do
they will never understand
they will call me selfish
they will think i want attention
they will never understand the voice i hear
beckoning for me
to scribble my
poor
poor
peach paper
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC
i wake and reach for you
but your not there
just a cold pillow
i forgot that you left
so i grab the pillow
starting to cry into it
your scent barely there
i cry until i fall asleep
i wake up again and finally
build the courage to get up
and finally shower
but as i wash
i start to cry again
reliving through our good moments
i remember it like it was yesterday
when we would shower after intimacy
when we would help each other wash
when we would laugh when we saw the lingering marks
when we would have intimacy again..
i finally finish crying
dry off
and build enough courage to wash away..
everything
i throw away photos
i wipe the videos and photos from my phone
i get rid of your hoodies
i start to wash my bedding except for that ****** pillow
i have to move on
or i'll never learn
how to heal
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:08 AM UTC
i look out the window
the birds chirp
the bees buzz
the suns bright
but this doesn't match my mood
the storm that looks over the bright sky
the thunder rumbling
the lightning dotting the sky
that matches my mind
a storm waiting to ruin the perfect landscape
i know it's coming
the birds and bees know it too
yet..
they still dance
they still swoop around the sky
they just live their life
not caring what is to come
i wish i could do that
i wish i was a bird
i wish i could fly away
able to be carefree..
i wish i was a bee
i wish i could take shelter with my own hive
not to be so alone
i wish i was the sun
i wish i could bring the joy that it brings
i wish i was the reason kids came out to play
i wish to be everything but myself..
because im not good enough for anyone
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC