rumakibear - Hello Poetry

ive been planning pills lined up blades sharpened rope ready take a step closer and closer to the edge fall and hit the pavement pills pills pills i hate taking pills what an awful way to go suffocating on drugs maybe draw a nice warm bath wear my favourite clothes cut deep and breathe out red into the water i hope i die coma or car crash i hope i die so i dont have to do it myself

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Oct 2, 2025

Oct 2, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC

i hope i die

ive been planning pills lined up blades sharpened rope ready take a step closer and closer to the edge fall and hit the pavement pills pills pills i hate taking pills what an awful way to go suffocating on drugs maybe draw a nice warm bath wear my favourite clothes cut deep and breathe out red into the water i hope i die coma or car crash i hope i die so i dont have to do it myself

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just like a goat my horns are closing in on me. i fear i wont be able to cut them in time.

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Jul 19, 2025

Jul 19, 2025 at 8:22 PM UTC

self destruction

just like a goat my horns are closing in on me. i fear i wont be able to cut them in time.

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theres a hum beneath my skin a pressure in my arm where pain once breathed and healed like snow i try to stay clean to hold the ache without letting it spill but sorrow gathers like a wave and crashes in the pit of my heart i miss the comfort of instant release— i just wish my favorite color wasn’t a wound

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Jun 23, 2025

Jun 23, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC

a wound

theres a hum beneath my skin a pressure in my arm where pain once breathed and healed like snow i try to stay clean to hold the ache without letting it spill but sorrow gathers like a wave and crashes in the pit of my heart i miss the comfort of instant release— i just wish my favorite color wasn’t a wound

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reaping of pure white flesh. innocent, ungrown. lying through crooked teeth, grey hair. bile rising. utter disgust flowing through tense veins. livid blood drips at a memory.

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May 21, 2025

May 21, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC

**** you

reaping of pure white flesh. innocent, ungrown. lying through crooked teeth, grey hair. bile rising. utter disgust flowing through tense veins. livid blood drips at a memory.

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grief hums in my bones folded under silent screams pain stitched in my skin

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May 15, 2025

May 15, 2025 at 7:28 AM UTC

stitched

grief hums in my bones folded under silent screams pain stitched in my skin

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i love you like a soft rainy day— because you're here, because you stay i carry you like an old song, i hum without meaning to— not born of blood, but stitched into me, just the same i want you to be okay, i want endless joyous memories— i just want to laugh with you again on some small, ordinary day

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May 11, 2025

May 11, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC

my dearest friend

i love you like a soft rainy day— because you're here, because you stay i carry you like an old song, i hum without meaning to— not born of blood, but stitched into me, just the same i want you to be okay, i want endless joyous memories— i just want to laugh with you again on some small, ordinary day

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tongue tasting iron prayers. maroon patches, like cowhide on cotton. smearing grief, across closed lips. a blue coal sky, littered with stars. red blooming beneath skin. like a childhood teddy, clutched too hard. sweetness dripping from the chin. in the end, im wailing in water. i drink and feast on pretty things.

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May 10, 2025

May 10, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC

words

tongue tasting iron prayers. maroon patches, like cowhide on cotton. smearing grief, across closed lips. a blue coal sky, littered with stars. red blooming beneath skin. like a childhood teddy, clutched too hard. sweetness dripping from the chin. in the end, im wailing in water. i drink and feast on pretty things.

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sun-kissed cheeks, tangled wild hair, pouncing, dashing through tall, sticky grass up rough, crumbling trees, down ice-cold creeks, ankles tickled by wriggling eels— laughter loud, free, aimed at the sky rolling down bumpy hills, soft grass clinging to clothes, a taste of wild fruit— sweetness dripping from the chin pure joy, carelessness, freedom— soul light as a breeze, never a dull moment i miss being a wild child

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC

wild child

sun-kissed cheeks, tangled wild hair, pouncing, dashing through tall, sticky grass up rough, crumbling trees, down ice-cold creeks, ankles tickled by wriggling eels— laughter loud, free, aimed at the sky rolling down bumpy hills, soft grass clinging to clothes, a taste of wild fruit— sweetness dripping from the chin pure joy, carelessness, freedom— soul light as a breeze, never a dull moment i miss being a wild child

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my old bandage soft, frayed edges, threadbare, worn thin by restless hands, restless nights, maroon patches like cowhide on cotton, each stain a quiet record of battles no one saw years of ache woven into its threads, dried blood stiff like a childhood teddy clutched too hard, and still – i rinse it gently, silent and thinking, afraid the water will wash away what held me together

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 1:43 AM UTC

blood ribbon

my old bandage soft, frayed edges, threadbare, worn thin by restless hands, restless nights, maroon patches like cowhide on cotton, each stain a quiet record of battles no one saw years of ache woven into its threads, dried blood stiff like a childhood teddy clutched too hard, and still – i rinse it gently, silent and thinking, afraid the water will wash away what held me together

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breathing closed heart tight, trembling tears turned the world to glass, edges sharp, light bent, everything slipping tearing through the dark, sharp screams cutting through, hands clawing for the blade, no pause, no thought, just ache, just hunger a flash — the cuts came swift, red blooming beneath skin, in smooth, soft lines, then the fall, the flow and the drip fingers wet with sorrow, tongue tasting iron prayers, smearing grief across closed lips, quiet, feral wrap the arm, but still it seeps, slow, steady, seeping, seeping, until the breaking, until the flood, and i disappear beneath it.

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May 4, 2025

May 4, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC

iron prayers

breathing closed heart tight, trembling tears turned the world to glass, edges sharp, light bent, everything slipping tearing through the dark, sharp screams cutting through, hands clawing for the blade, no pause, no thought, just ache, just hunger a flash — the cuts came swift, red blooming beneath skin, in smooth, soft lines, then the fall, the flow and the drip fingers wet with sorrow, tongue tasting iron prayers, smearing grief across closed lips, quiet, feral wrap the arm, but still it seeps, slow, steady, seeping, seeping, until the breaking, until the flood, and i disappear beneath it.

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