hermit96 - Hello Poetry

I look outside the window on a rainy day The wind catches my interest "Oh sweet wind, "take my burdens away" It moves amidst the trees Taking the leaves with it "Oh sweet wind, "how i wish those leaves were my problems" It moves fast and it's so satisfying Sends the leaves flying "Oh sweet wind, "take me away , take my misery away"

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC

The wind

I look outside the window on a rainy day The wind catches my interest "Oh sweet wind, "take my burdens away" It moves amidst the trees Taking the leaves with it "Oh sweet wind, "how i wish those leaves were my problems" It moves fast and it's so satisfying Sends the leaves flying "Oh sweet wind, "take me away , take my misery away"

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In every challenge and trial of my life I see an end It’s like the walls don’t echo anymore they just absorb all the things I don’t say out loud I’m tired of being the strong one the one who explains their pain the one who measures their breaths so no one notices the shaking I am held together with silence and fingernails digging into my palms like I can anchor myself by hurting just enough to stay conscious I don’t want to die I just don’t want to keep living like this there’s a difference but nobody ever asks which one I mean they just hear the cracks in my voice and turn the subject like grief is contagious Some nights my thoughts get too loud and I find myself staring at my own hands wondering how something that belongs to me could hurt me so easily how I became both the wound and the weapon But listen I am still here I don’t know why I don’t know how it’s messy, unpoetic, unholy survival but it counts every breath is a refusal to disappear Maybe the end I keep seeing isn’t a cliff maybe it’s a door and I just haven’t walked through yet. I swear I’m trying. Even when it doesn’t look like it. Even when the only proof is that I woke up again.

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Nov 9, 2025

Nov 9, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC

The End

In every challenge and trial of my life I see an end It’s like the walls don’t echo anymore they just absorb all the things I don’t say out loud I’m tired of being the strong one the one who explains their pain the one who measures their breaths so no one notices the shaking I am held together with silence and fingernails digging into my palms like I can anchor myself by hurting just enough to stay conscious I don’t want to die I just don’t want to keep living like this there’s a difference but nobody ever asks which one I mean they just hear the cracks in my voice and turn the subject like grief is contagious Some nights my thoughts get too loud and I find myself staring at my own hands wondering how something that belongs to me could hurt me so easily how I became both the wound and the weapon But listen I am still here I don’t know why I don’t know how it’s messy, unpoetic, unholy survival but it counts every breath is a refusal to disappear Maybe the end I keep seeing isn’t a cliff maybe it’s a door and I just haven’t walked through yet. I swear I’m trying. Even when it doesn’t look like it. Even when the only proof is that I woke up again.

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I fought so hard to get out of this hole. Lost so much to make myself whole. Given up a lot to give peace to my soul. Now it's as if nothing matters anymore I'm slowly fading back to the abyss, It stares at me and everything seems amiss Confusion blocking my thoughts, Like chains welded to every idea before it forms Last time i said i would be fine But as i sip from this bottle of white wine Trying to forget , or maybe trying to remember When was the last time i tried leaving this chamber? I call it my mind but it feels like a cage It traps me inside but now i want to fade, Into the background where i can be free Free from judgment , free from punishment I look at the table where i put my blade As i fade , i ask myself what it would take To feel better like sunshine on my face To stop running from all my mistakes The thoughts of killing myself come rushing through my brain I need a release perhaps a distraction from the pain I start cutting and feel numb , i feel nothing but this blade, on my skin and tell myself ,"Let me fade today, fight again another day."

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Jun 21, 2025

Jun 21, 2025 at 6:47 AM UTC

Fade

I fought so hard to get out of this hole. Lost so much to make myself whole. Given up a lot to give peace to my soul. Now it's as if nothing matters anymore I'm slowly fading back to the abyss, It stares at me and everything seems amiss Confusion blocking my thoughts, Like chains welded to every idea before it forms Last time i said i would be fine But as i sip from this bottle of white wine Trying to forget , or maybe trying to remember When was the last time i tried leaving this chamber? I call it my mind but it feels like a cage It traps me inside but now i want to fade, Into the background where i can be free Free from judgment , free from punishment I look at the table where i put my blade As i fade , i ask myself what it would take To feel better like sunshine on my face To stop running from all my mistakes The thoughts of killing myself come rushing through my brain I need a release perhaps a distraction from the pain I start cutting and feel numb , i feel nothing but this blade, on my skin and tell myself ,"Let me fade today, fight again another day."

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I want to pour it out like rain on rooftops, Let the thunder of my sorrow be heard Cry rivers on a shoulder that won’t judge the storm. But I bury it. Like a secret I swore to never tell myself. I want to leave it behind, Like ashes scattered by the wind But this pain boomerangs back, Sharp and sudden, Like a ghost that refuses to stay dead. They told me to be a man. Taught me silence is strength, That tears are rust on armor. But this isn’t a battle I can win by bleeding inward. So help me Not to be harder, But to be whole. Not to erase the past, But to carry it like a scar that speaks, Not screams

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Jun 3, 2025

Jun 3, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC

Relapse

I want to pour it out like rain on rooftops, Let the thunder of my sorrow be heard Cry rivers on a shoulder that won’t judge the storm. But I bury it. Like a secret I swore to never tell myself. I want to leave it behind, Like ashes scattered by the wind But this pain boomerangs back, Sharp and sudden, Like a ghost that refuses to stay dead. They told me to be a man. Taught me silence is strength, That tears are rust on armor. But this isn’t a battle I can win by bleeding inward. So help me Not to be harder, But to be whole. Not to erase the past, But to carry it like a scar that speaks, Not screams

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I don’t know this feeling but it knows me. It slips beneath my skin when the night forgets to breathe. Uninvited. Unrelenting. A quiet voice that screams: "cut, cut, cut, cut…" I don’t want this feeling, but it always finds its way. A shadow pressed against my chest, suffocating in the gentlest way. It comes and goes like broken tides, but each time, it takes a little more of me. I lose myself in the silence between heartbeats, in the war no one can see. Every time it visits, I forget the sound of light. I forget how to be.

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May 3, 2025

May 3, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC

That feeling

I don’t know this feeling but it knows me. It slips beneath my skin when the night forgets to breathe. Uninvited. Unrelenting. A quiet voice that screams: "cut, cut, cut, cut…" I don’t want this feeling, but it always finds its way. A shadow pressed against my chest, suffocating in the gentlest way. It comes and goes like broken tides, but each time, it takes a little more of me. I lose myself in the silence between heartbeats, in the war no one can see. Every time it visits, I forget the sound of light. I forget how to be.

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I broke me. Not in the ways people see. Not in the way you think it starts— with a moment, with a choice. It began quietly, the way a storm whispers before it rips through everything. The weight of things pressing on me until I could no longer tell where I ended and the pain began. I broke me. I didn't need anyone else to hurt me. I didn't need the world to tell me I wasn't enough, because I already knew that truth too well. There were no words loud enough to drown the silence inside, no love that could stitch the cracks I wore like a second skin. So I found a way to feel something— anything. The blade became my breath, the only thing that made me real when everything else felt fake. Each line, each scar was a plea, a confession, a cry that no one could hear. I broke me. Not because I wanted to die— but because I didn’t know how to live with the weight of all the things I could never say. And when the bleeding stopped, it wasn’t relief. It was emptiness, a hollow quiet where the pain used to be. And I wondered if this would ever end, if I’d ever find a way to unbreak myself. But I broke me— and sometimes, that’s the hardest thing to forgive.

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC

I Broke Me

I broke me. Not in the ways people see. Not in the way you think it starts— with a moment, with a choice. It began quietly, the way a storm whispers before it rips through everything. The weight of things pressing on me until I could no longer tell where I ended and the pain began. I broke me. I didn't need anyone else to hurt me. I didn't need the world to tell me I wasn't enough, because I already knew that truth too well. There were no words loud enough to drown the silence inside, no love that could stitch the cracks I wore like a second skin. So I found a way to feel something— anything. The blade became my breath, the only thing that made me real when everything else felt fake. Each line, each scar was a plea, a confession, a cry that no one could hear. I broke me. Not because I wanted to die— but because I didn’t know how to live with the weight of all the things I could never say. And when the bleeding stopped, it wasn’t relief. It was emptiness, a hollow quiet where the pain used to be. And I wondered if this would ever end, if I’d ever find a way to unbreak myself. But I broke me— and sometimes, that’s the hardest thing to forgive.

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1st step. 2nd. 3rd— ...pause. 2 steps back. reset. again. again. How does it end? I ask like I haven’t already broken the answer in my hands a hundred times. One moment, I swear I see the path— lit, clear, like maybe I was meant for more. The next, I’m sinking into myself, slow, silent, like grief with no name. Hope is a ghost I keep chasing in my sleep. She never stays. Not for me. I smile like it means something. Breathe like I’m not falling apart every second I’m awake. No one sees the cracks I carry in my chest. I call it progress, this pretending. But it’s just a prettier way to bleed. How will it turn out? Maybe it won’t. Maybe this— this looping, this aching— is the only ending I’ll ever know.

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC

The Next Moment I...

1st step. 2nd. 3rd— ...pause. 2 steps back. reset. again. again. How does it end? I ask like I haven’t already broken the answer in my hands a hundred times. One moment, I swear I see the path— lit, clear, like maybe I was meant for more. The next, I’m sinking into myself, slow, silent, like grief with no name. Hope is a ghost I keep chasing in my sleep. She never stays. Not for me. I smile like it means something. Breathe like I’m not falling apart every second I’m awake. No one sees the cracks I carry in my chest. I call it progress, this pretending. But it’s just a prettier way to bleed. How will it turn out? Maybe it won’t. Maybe this— this looping, this aching— is the only ending I’ll ever know.

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It feels like fear, it feels like fire, Like pressure building, climbing higher. It’s silence breaking into screams, It’s shattered glass inside my dreams. It’s every “no” I had to swallow, Every fake smile I had to follow. It’s being told “you’re just too much,” Then wondering why I never trust. It’s fight or flight with nowhere to run, A war inside that’s never done. It’s crying in the shower stall, And praying that no one hears at all. It feels like lightning in my veins, Like thunder dressed up as my name. It’s fury dressed in Sunday best— A heart too loud to let me rest. It’s when the tears have turned to heat, When breaking down starts to repeat. It’s shaking hands and biting tongue, It’s all the songs I left unsung. It’s childhood screams in grown-up skin, A beast I keep locked deep within. It’s not just pain—it’s pain denied, It’s every time I should've cried. It’s wanting peace but needing war, It’s kicking down a bolted door. It’s loving deep but hurting more, A tidal wave inside my core. Don't tell me “Breathe," don't say "relax," When all I've ever known are cracks. This rage, it isn’t just a phase— It’s how I’ve learned to walk through blaze. Rage isn’t evil. It’s grief with nowhere to go. It’s love that’s been left in the cold. It’s fear that grew teeth. It’s me, trying not to disappear.

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC

RAGE

It feels like fear, it feels like fire, Like pressure building, climbing higher. It’s silence breaking into screams, It’s shattered glass inside my dreams. It’s every “no” I had to swallow, Every fake smile I had to follow. It’s being told “you’re just too much,” Then wondering why I never trust. It’s fight or flight with nowhere to run, A war inside that’s never done. It’s crying in the shower stall, And praying that no one hears at all. It feels like lightning in my veins, Like thunder dressed up as my name. It’s fury dressed in Sunday best— A heart too loud to let me rest. It’s when the tears have turned to heat, When breaking down starts to repeat. It’s shaking hands and biting tongue, It’s all the songs I left unsung. It’s childhood screams in grown-up skin, A beast I keep locked deep within. It’s not just pain—it’s pain denied, It’s every time I should've cried. It’s wanting peace but needing war, It’s kicking down a bolted door. It’s loving deep but hurting more, A tidal wave inside my core. Don't tell me “Breathe," don't say "relax," When all I've ever known are cracks. This rage, it isn’t just a phase— It’s how I’ve learned to walk through blaze. Rage isn’t evil. It’s grief with nowhere to go. It’s love that’s been left in the cold. It’s fear that grew teeth. It’s me, trying not to disappear.

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