im so tired
it haunts me from the moment i wake to when i go to bed
i just want it all to go away
i feel so ******* lonely

I shouldn’t miss you, yet here I stand,
With thoughts of you slipping through my hand.
Your words, now silent, drift away,
But memories linger, they tend to stay.

I’m caught between the good and the bad,
A heart that’s hopeful, a mind that’s sad.
I know I should choose the brighter side,
But the shadows pull where secrets hide.

No texts, no calls, just empty space,
Yet I still think of your hidden face.
I wish the silence would make me forget,
But somehow, it only brings regret.

It’s a battle fought in quiet mind,
Missing someone I should leave behind.
With every step, I try to be free,
Yet you remain, a ghost haunting me.

the flowers died on monday
the clouds cried on tuesday
the sky screamed on wednesday
the sun dimmed on thursday
the stars hid on friday
mother nature weeped on saturday
the earth spun on on sunday

i spill like ink on a torn page
veins whisper stories
     i don’t remember
          writing
the floor drinks my silence,
a quiet agreement between
    blood and breath

who was i before the cracking?
before the splitting of skin
         and thought
before my name became a stranger
    i barely dare to call

the weight is a lover
     i never chose—
pulling me into the hollow
   of my own ribs,
where echoes curl like dying
          embers,
where i used to be whole

maybe it’s time to enter
          a white asylum,
surgical, controlled, safe—
     where no one can find me
perhaps my demons will fly away
     on black wings,
perhaps the walls will swallow
    my name

fingers press together scraps,
wet with glue, wet with something red,
but the edges won’t meet,
    the lines won’t hold

i am an afterthought,
    i don’t deserve love

step wrong and it all shatters—
the pulse, the breath,
       the brittle calm
i fake so well
how long does it take to disappear?
how long before the fire
     stops pretending
          to be warmth?

Almost to 50,
Just about half-way more.
I need a mass of poets,
Poets galore.
So to the new poets who've just joined,
We need your help,
Have you considered 300?