I'll never tell,
Because between everyone, everything,
Someone wanted to remember home,
Before arms got scars,
Dreams lost forever,
Feel normal again only different.
You're late,
Nothing,
They'll speak until broken lungs,
Break.
Good people hear anything,
Next thing that's being left behind.
Find anything-
Stop, before things can't close.
Deep doesn't look enough,
Even sleep didn't last.
Soul against mind,
Try something bad
Keep being beautiful, girl.
Fear meant failure.
Don't love myself, think maybe...
Whole thing...
Sorry...
Forever lost,
Hands without fingers always die.
Falling hard against every floor.
Taken away,
Those legs sit well, around stars.
There's tears, pain.
Child should wake, live.
Hours turn,
Words trying.
Eyes, heart, still mirror breath.
Hate thoughts.
Feeling made chest need ground.
Anymore weight wasn't worse, better
Days inside,
Little room that's supposed why,
Every matter, moment,
Life put off,
Well hair knew
Blood
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC
I'll never tell,
Because between everyone, everything,
Someone wanted to remember home,
Before arms got scars,
Dreams lost forever,
Feel normal again only different.
You're late,
Nothing,
They'll speak until broken lungs,
Break.
Good people hear anything,
Next thing that's being left behind.
Find anything-
Stop, before things can't close.
Deep doesn't look enough,
Even sleep didn't last.
Soul against mind,
Try something bad
Keep being beautiful, girl.
Fear meant failure.
Don't love myself, think maybe...
Whole thing...
Sorry...
Forever lost,
Hands without fingers always die.
Falling hard against every floor.
Taken away,
Those legs sit well, around stars.
There's tears, pain.
Child should wake, live.
Hours turn,
Words trying.
Eyes, heart, still mirror breath.
Hate thoughts.
Feeling made chest need ground.
Anymore weight wasn't worse, better
Days inside,
Little room that's supposed why,
Every matter, moment,
Life put off,
Well hair knew
Blood
I made this poem out of the words this website said I use the most. My rigid, publicized, vocabulary. The vernacular of a broken teen.
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