i want to leave the conversation but i can’t

you’re being lovey dovey and i no longer feel comfy

and i don’t wanna make you feel bad

as a biological female i bleed for a week every month

when you complain about how you dont want people looking over your shoulder when your writing.


im hiding things because youre hiding things.



at this point im too scared to write anything because you'll see it

im just finding all the ways to finally end myself

It's been 6969 days since 2000 ended and I thought I'd just share that fact with y'all

i can’t eat an apple without feeling like i’m about to throw up so i just chew it up and spit it out

i blocked all of my irl friends to save me from

"yo are you ok??"

"i saw ur poem, u good?"


because no,

im not okay.


im not good.


but i dont want to worry you