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someone's stepping on my chest jumping and jumping and jumping heavy and violent like he's trying to send me right into the deep end i've been feeling the heat on my skin since i woke up this morning it's not the weather, it's not the sickness the thought of happiness is so scary i think my nerves are trying to burn me alive i'll pick up the fork and the knife because hopefully my hunger is causing the nausea that hasn't gone away for the last few years. keep the portions small, or i'll excuse myself with a smile to the bathroom. five things i see- but i close my eyes then all i can hear is you. set the door on fire, let the room burn slowly i'll smell the carbon i'll feel the flames i'll taste that bitter copper the blood i can't seem to spit out smoke is filling my lungs there is no room for oxygen. i won't even feel it, i haven't breathed in a while. i'd call my friends but they'll tell me it's just alcohol poisioning. sure, let's talk about basic biology and i'll be thrilled to explain how a glimpse of serotonin triggers all of this adrenaline to kick in.
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
it's just the chemicals
someone's stepping on my chest jumping and jumping and jumping heavy and violent like he's trying to send me right into the deep end i've been feeling the heat on my skin since i woke up this morning it's not the weather, it's not the sickness the thought of happiness is so scary i think my nerves are trying to burn me alive i'll pick up the fork and the knife because hopefully my hunger is causing the nausea that hasn't gone away for the last few years. keep the portions small, or i'll excuse myself with a smile to the bathroom. five things i see- but i close my eyes then all i can hear is you. set the door on fire, let the room burn slowly i'll smell the carbon i'll feel the flames i'll taste that bitter copper the blood i can't seem to spit out smoke is filling my lungs there is no room for oxygen. i won't even feel it, i haven't breathed in a while. i'd call my friends but they'll tell me it's just alcohol poisioning. sure, let's talk about basic biology and i'll be thrilled to explain how a glimpse of serotonin triggers all of this adrenaline to kick in.
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:41 PM UTC
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