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2.1k · Apr 25
Im (not) fine :)
lia Apr 25
I say I’m fine,
It’s just easier that way,
No questions asked,
No truth to betray.

I smile and nod,
While I’m breaking inside,
Too scared to speak,
So I run and hide.

I’m tired of lying,
Tired of pain,
Wishing this silence
Would wash away like rain.
I can’t keep it in anymore and I know it. But I just can’t speak out the words.
1.3k · Apr 9
just a little crush
lia Apr 9
I don’t even know him well,
But there’s something in the way I fell.
A glance, a laugh, the way he stands,
And now I’m stuck in daydream plans.

He doesn’t know, and that’s okay,
I watch from just a step away.
It’s nothing big, no spark, no rush,
Just a quiet little crush.
643 · Apr 15
The Moon Left Me a Note
lia Apr 15
The moon left me a note last night,
Tucked in a cloud, soft and white.
It whispered, “Why rush through the sky?
Even stars take their time to shine.”
516 · Apr 12
unspoken
lia Apr 12
I wish I could open up wide,
But most won’t see what’s kept inside.
So I stay quiet, smile instead,
While screaming words inside my head.
some might think they know the real me. well, they don't. I have a lot in my head that is hard for me to share, though is it safe?
310 · Mar 10
What if..?
lia Mar 10
Ugh, Why Didn’t I Say Something?

Okay, so like… there was a time,
When you liked me, and I liked you—what a crime.
But I didn’t know, I was so clueless,
And now I’m here, feeling kinda useless.

You’re cute, you’re tall, it’s actually unfair,
And I catch myself trying not to stare.
Do you still feel the same, or is it too late?
Am I stuck overthinking while you’ve moved on straight?

I wish I had said it, just got it all out,
Instead of sitting here filled with doubt.
But maybe—just maybe—you still feel it too,
And you’re wondering the same thing about me and you.
230 · Mar 24
afraid of myself.
lia Mar 24
I sit with my thoughts, they whisper, they creep,
Dark little secrets I swore I would keep.

I scare myself with the things I feel,
The weight, the doubt, are any of them real?

I smile, I laugh, I play along,
But inside, it all feels so wrong.

Is it me, or just my mind?
I’m scared to look, scared to find.
I often get afraid of myself lately.. like what if i accidentally did this in real life? what if I was just disappeared god knows how.
195 · Apr 16
behind the mask
lia Apr 16
I wear a mask,
and so does everyone.
Hiding cracks with smiles,
pretending it’s fine.
Maybe one day,
I’ll let it fall—
but for now,
we all stay hidden,
behind the masks we wear.
everyone wears a mask. they hide their actual true self. like me.
195 · Apr 21
mixed signals
lia Apr 21
He looks,
Then turns.
Stays close,
Then burns.

No words,
Just signs.
A puzzle
Made of lines.
DOES HE OR DOES HE NOT?!!
163 · Apr 28
If the sky could break
lia Apr 28
If the sky could break,
would it shatter like glass,
or melt like a candle,
too tired to last?

Would the stars come falling,
like secrets we hide,
or would they just flicker,
then quietly die?
118 · Apr 23
just a little crush #2
lia Apr 23
I told myself, it’s nothing big,
Just a glance, a smile, no need to dig.
But days went by, and still you stay,
In thoughts I can’t quite push away.

Not love, not deep, just quiet hush,
Still… it lingers, this little crush.
113 · Mar 10
The weight no one sees..
lia Mar 10
I sit in a crowd, but I feel alone,
A stranger in places I should call home.
Their voices blur, a distant sound,
Like I’m here—but never found.

I laugh on cue, I play my part,
Hiding the cracks inside my heart.
They see a face, they hear a voice,
But never the thoughts I drown by choice.

I wish I could say what’s trapped inside,
But every time, I run and hide.
Because what if they don’t understand?
What if no one holds my hand?

So I keep quiet, nod, and smile,
Pretending it’s okay for a while.
Maybe one day, the noise will fade,
And I’ll no longer be afraid.
102 · 6d
hmm..
lia 6d
i smile

    (like i’m fine)

        but

each word  
        each look  
              each silence  

          chips away

                and

     i sink,

                 slowly  
                        quietly  
                              invisibly

     until

       nothing.

         just
             me

               pretending
                  to be
                    okay.
101 · Mar 16
never enough.
lia Mar 16
I try, I change—never enough.
I smile, I bend—never enough.

I give my all, I break, I mend,
But nothing seems to reach the end.

I speak, I wait—never enough.
I fade, I stay—never enough.

No matter how hard, no matter how much,
I’m always too little, I’m never enough.
this is about trying so hard but still feeling like it’s not enough—no matter what I do, it feels like no one really notices. It shows how exhausting it is to keep chasing something I know I’ll never reach.
100 · Apr 18
orbit
lia Apr 18
You don’t know,
but I orbit you.
Like a quiet moon
around a star
that never looks up.

Just close enough
to feel your light,
but too far
to ever talk.
clearing my drafts ;)
95 · Mar 25
holdin it in.. (kinda)
lia Mar 25
Stuck in a group I didn’t choose,
Left to clean up while they just cruise.
They joke, they stall, they waste time,
Yet act like their work’s as good as mine.

One barks orders, stands so tall,
Yet does nothing, nothing at all.
And the other leader? Just sits back,
Leaving me to pick up slack.

I bite my tongue, I hold it tight,
Till I snap and set it right.
I burned them down, I let it out,
No more patience, no more doubt.

And you know what? I won’t lie,
I don’t regret it, not this time.
I've had enough of them! They all ****! I'm tired! I did most of it! You guys barely did anything! I hate them! I wish I wasn't the leader! I wish I was gone! Why cant you just listen to me?!

They've made me shed the tears that I've held for so long.
94 · Mar 20
One Day,
lia Mar 20
Hopefully, the doors will open wide,
And I’ll step inside, full of pride.
The scent of sugar, warm and sweet,
A dream that started from just a beat.

Flour on my hands, a spark in my heart,
Every recipe, a work of art.
Late nights, early days, endless tries,
Turning failures into highs.

They’ll walk in, drawn by the smell,
Of vanilla, cinnamon—I know it well.
A cozy place, laughter and light,
A little café, warm and bright.

Maybe they'll say, "I love this place,"
With smiles that make my heart race.
And I’ll know, through all the strife,
I baked my dreams into life.
maybe.. hopefully..
81 · Mar 29
the smallest words.
lia Mar 29
They say it plain, no second thought,
Like it’s a fact, like it’s not wrong.
A simple phrase, so quick, so small,
Yet somehow, it says it all.

They laugh it off, pretend it’s light,
While I pretend that I’m alright.
I smile, I nod, play along,
But inside, it feels so wrong.

They move on, but it stays with me,
Their words now all I seem to see.
A passing joke, but not to me—
Their words, my mirror, my enemy.
some people just say things without thinking wether it would hurt the other ones feelings.
75 · Apr 29
Clock Hands Spin
lia Apr 29
The clock hands move, they never rest,
While I stay stuck in yesterday.
I try to give the world my best,
But still, it finds a flaw each day.
74 · Apr 17
breaking point
lia Apr 17
I smiled for days,
laughed when it hurt,
held back the storm,
pretending it worked.

But silence grew loud,
and the weight too much—
one small word,
one final touch.

Then suddenly—
I couldn’t breathe,
tears spilled out
like I’d been set free.

It wasn’t planned,
it just had to start,
when holding it in
was tearing apart.
Ever since I broke down earlier today, I can't seem to stop crying. I just feel so guilty for everything. Like its all my fault.
62 · Apr 18
some people
lia Apr 18
Some people laugh,
but they’re hurting inside.
They say, “I’m fine,”
with tears they hide.
So always be gentle,
you never quite know,
who’s faking the light
while feeling the low.
just clearing my drafts.
34 · Apr 6
Pressure.
lia Apr 6
It’s not super loud, but it’s always there,
In how I dress, in how I care.
In trying not to mess things up,
But still feeling like I’m not enough.

It’s everywhere, at school, at home,
In groups where I still feel alone.
Trying to do what’s “right” each day,
But honestly? I just feel in the way.

I act like I’m fine, like I’ve got control,
But inside, it’s just taking a toll.
And maybe no one really sees,
How heavy all this pressure feels to me.
lia Apr 11
So I’m the president for the baking club—woohoo, what fun,
I plan the year, get it all done.
And just when I breathe? A surprise twist,
“Let’s change it up!”—like my work don’t exist.

He says, “Let’s level up, give them a test!”
Bro, they need more practice, give it a rest.
“It’s for experience!” he proudly claims,
Okay… do you even know the names?

You don’t bake. You don’t prep. You don’t clean.
You just toss ideas like it’s some dream scene.
So next time you wanna flip the whole script—
Try wearing an apron before you trip.
LIKE YOU WANT ME TO RUN THIS, THE SCHOOL'S BAKING CLUB, SO LET ME DO WHAT I WANNA DO WHY ARE YOU SO STUBBORN :<
IM EVEN TEACHING THEM EVERYTHING!!
22 · 3d
Spilled Milk.
lia 3d
I stared at the floor,
the glass tipped over—
cold milk crawling
like the weight on my shoulder.

It’s silly, I know,
to cry over this,
but some days
a spill feels like a cliff.
4 · Mar 24
..Unnoticed..
lia Mar 24
I stand beside them, close enough to hear,
But somehow, my voice disappears.
They talk, they laugh, they make their plans,
And I’m just there, empty hands.

It’s not that they hate me, I know that’s not true (at least I think so),
But somehow, I’m never thought of too.
Not the first call, not the second glance,
Just a shadow in the background’s dance..

They don’t push me out, but they don’t pull me in,
Like I exist, but just barely fit in.
I wave, I smile, I try to be seen,
But I’m fading out in the space between.

Would they notice if I walked away?
Would they ask me why I didn’t stay?
Or would my name slip from their minds,
Lost in the shuffle of passing time?

It’s not their fault, they never see,
How it feels to be almost, but never fully me.
And maybe one day, I won’t have to try,
To feel like I belong, instead of just getting by.
...heh...

— The End —