On an island
I watch myself stand
Alone in the sand
One tree and a patch of grass
Is all that makes up the island
I stand on
And i watch
As I crouch down
And start writing symbols in the sand
But I'm too far away
To see what I have written
Before it gets washed away by the tide
From a distance
I stare at myself
I look me in the eyes
And I cry
But I cant tell which me
It is who sobs
In the mirror
I watch myself
Poke and **** at my skin
Until it is red and ******
I reach out to stop myself
But all my fingers reach
Is cold glass
That I cannot break
From the closet
I can hear myself screaming
I can hear as I tear out my hair
And stomp my feet so hard the ground shakes
I can hear as the rage fades
Into quiet resentment
Then even quieter regret
I tried to open the closet door
But I held it closed from the other side
In a book
I read about myself
It's my own book
Though I don't remember writing all the pages
I read about heart break
I must've gone through
And joyful moments
That slipped out of my mind
I read until my eyes burn
From something I am unfamiliar with
And an ache that feels endless
Before long
I pick up a pen
And start writing
And although I cannot read the words I write
Through these blury eyes
I know that one day I will
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:01 AM UTC
On an island
I watch myself stand
Alone in the sand
One tree and a patch of grass
Is all that makes up the island
I stand on
And i watch
As I crouch down
And start writing symbols in the sand
But I'm too far away
To see what I have written
Before it gets washed away by the tide
From a distance
I stare at myself
I look me in the eyes
And I cry
But I cant tell which me
It is who sobs
In the mirror
I watch myself
Poke and **** at my skin
Until it is red and ******
I reach out to stop myself
But all my fingers reach
Is cold glass
That I cannot break
From the closet
I can hear myself screaming
I can hear as I tear out my hair
And stomp my feet so hard the ground shakes
I can hear as the rage fades
Into quiet resentment
Then even quieter regret
I tried to open the closet door
But I held it closed from the other side
In a book
I read about myself
It's my own book
Though I don't remember writing all the pages
I read about heart break
I must've gone through
And joyful moments
That slipped out of my mind
I read until my eyes burn
From something I am unfamiliar with
And an ache that feels endless
Before long
I pick up a pen
And start writing
And although I cannot read the words I write
Through these blury eyes
I know that one day I will
