are you jealous of the jellyfish?

it is said they have no hearts at all
neither loving nor hating
floating in a utopia
"nowhere," as it is called

the tentacles have no one to love
hurting everything it touches
they have no eyes
love is blind, they say
but what use are
eyes if there is no heart

what use are these arms if no one will reach back?

i write because i can make it as smooth or as
c h   o   p
                p y    as i want.  unlike life.

Self hate will always outweight self love. Every moment of my life.

Every voice in my head is screaming so ******* loud, someone please save me.

I spend my days telling other people not to be sad but who am I to tell others how to be happy when I have never truly found happiness by myself.

Sometimes i wonder what its like to wake up in the morning and not want to die.

You're a constant reminder that poetry can't fix everything.