I wake up every morning,
With a weight i cannot see.
No one placed it on my shoulders,
Yet it drags me to my knees.
I have no reason to feel this way,
No tragedy, no great despair.
But emptiness surrounds me,
A silent, heavy air.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:46 AM UTC
i hate myself so much
and protect myself too much
that all my pain is a theory -
i guess phantom pain
is just a part of my anatomy
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:42 AM UTC
painted your yellows
with all my blues;
you'd think we'd get green lights
but darling, I only lost you
tried to scrub the palette off,
all squeaky clean;
but my hands still paint
your familiar gleam
if i bleed all our colors out
hang them high and dry,
if i get all the stains and pain out
from the years went by,
do you think it will be enough
for me to finally forget you?
or will I fall in love again
with this gallery i've created
of me and ---
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
but it's the way you purposely
put poison inside your body -
so you feel like
wanting to live again;
because the irony of it is an addiction;
how it's only now
in the brink of near-death,
you can remind yourself
you're still alive
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
A reason
for something, anything,
to be
You are love
you are light,
energy.
When
all your senses are awakening.
You are.
Shell✨🐚
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
december is grief.
quiet, harrowing -
cold.
colder then,
and
coldest now
with you
lying
six feet under.
and
all i want
is to curl up
inside this pain
it feels familiar, close -
closer now to you,
so it seems.
this pain is all we have now of you,
as it seems.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
In its inaccurate, clumsy way,
memory tries to hold time.
I understand that now.
Envy the tree with its rings, or the skeleton,
both hold time so firmly in place.
While we’re alive, there’s no holding anything.
When we leave, something or someone,
holds us for a while,
then lets go.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
the thing about losing someone forever
is that you don't just lose them once -
but you find yourself losing them
over and over and over.
_time and time, again and again._
grief moves just like that.
some days you feel like you've got
the hang of it,
and then it hits you like a truck
on a random tuesday.
and you find yourself reliving
it all again - the pain, the weight of the news
on days like today,
it hurts like that and more,
just like it did the day we first lost you.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC