I was created with the curse
to see beauty in everything.
the way light falls,
the way shadows linger,
the way the world breathes.
yet when I look at myself,
there is only silence,
only absence,
only the echo of what I cannot find.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
you cannot truly see the beauty in a rose if you disregard its thorns
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
Eyes blur over words,
tasks pile like silent judgments-
why can't I keep up?
Every day I try,
but the mountain has never moved.
why can't I be stronger?
Reports inked in red bleed,
proof of how I've let them down-
and myself again.
Tired to the bone,
even rest won't hold me now.
I'm just...drifting off.
Same roads, same old steps-
life loops in gray repetition.
I forget to breathe.
School, then noise, then more-
life stacks struggle like heavy books.
No one but me seems to bend.
I get home and sit,
just to feel the ache settle.
Crying is my break.
Behind my closed door,
the world finally lets go.
Here, I'm just...myself.
No masks in this space-
just the quiet hum of me,
and the weight I shed.
Everything seems to hurt at once-
to falter beneath my feet.
I want stable ground.
Not all pain is loud.
Not all struggle leaves a mark.
Some of us wander astray.
not broken beyond repair,
just worn down.
Some wounds wear no scars-
they bloom silently, deep inside.
where no eyes can reach.
Erosion taking time-
silent, steady, unnoticed,
gradually-things vanish.
And I often feel myself fading,
in the smallest, softest ways.
These words, these lines,
are not cries for rescue,
but quiet pleas to breathe.
I know i'm not broken,
simply a person-
someone who's learning
how to exist under the pressure,
even if I don't have the answers yet.
I am more than these battles,
more than the crimson ink scars on paper.
I am the silence between the words,
the moments when I let myself just be.
Maybe one day,
I'll find the strength,
to grow into myself,
to let the world see-
How much I've carried,
how far I've come,
even when it felt like I was barely moving.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
your hands cut like knives.
sandpaper against satin.
your voice spews molten ****
riddled with impurities.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 6:15 PM UTC
what is emotion if not to breathe life into oneself.
what is life if not to give something worth feeling emotion.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 6:01 PM UTC
an evil man runs the world.
an evil man runs our house.
an evil man runs out on me.
when will it be my turn to run?
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC
you are the feeling of starlight dancing against bare skin.
the sunlight permeating closed eyelids.
a gentle breeze where the air grows thick.
all that is comforting lies within you.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
why must I scream
only for you to hear a whisper?
the only way you'd ever fall for me
is if I pushed you over.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
do you love me?
or do you love me loving you.
do you care for me?
or do you just want me to care?
I don't know what's colder.
my arms held out, longing for embrace
or the feeling in my heart knowing it will never happen.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 1:14 PM UTC
your eyes once lit a fire in my heart.
now I can only feel the burns.
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC