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wren Dec 2024
my hands are made to build cities
my lips are made to stay shut
my eyes are made to watch carefully
my veins are made to carry others hardships
my legs are made to run from struggle

my soul is made to weep
my mind is made to ache
my heart is made to not stop beating

no matter what
wren Dec 2024
there is too much blood in my veins
but im not entirely sure it’s all blood
there seems to be another ingredient

why do i constantly feel pain
like the pressure
needs to be drained

so ill skin myself alive and let it flow out
there are no longer restraints
no skin holding my contents together

i simply cannot function
because there is too much blood in my veins
and it runs thick and heavy
wren Dec 2024
i can say that i remember her
but i dont think i do
the sweet sentences that replay in my head
are now voiceless, replaced by dread
because i feel the memories floating away from my grasp
but while fleeing
they leave behind a virus, which rots inside my being
grief
wren Dec 2024
a deadname is not just a name
it is a person that you want to forget
that person lived the most tragic life
and that person died the most tragic death

deadname, deadname!!”
the people all shout
but that persons gone, finding their own way about

instead, they were replaced by another
with a more comfortable smiling face
who will follow their own lead
and can be who they want to be

my deadname does not represent ME.
wren Dec 2024
i talk with the color neon
i bash my head on the gun
wait…
neon can talk?

mylo interrupts me
i crush him with a boulder
wait…
mylo was alive?

my sister pleads “please, please stop”
i put a gun to her head
wait…
is she my sister?

my dad is dead
i shot him
wait…
my dad is dead?

jinx is what they call me
so i talk with her
wait…
my name is jinx?
this poem is inspired by jinx from arcane, and what i think its like being in her psychotic mind.
wren Dec 2024
you stopped making suicide jokes a month ago

you still talked about it

but you were serious
(disclaimer!!! the person that i wrote this about survived their attempt and now they’re in the hospital getting help)
  Dec 2024 wren
Malia
you said “maybe
if you
          let it out
a little
         more
you wouldn’t
       explode.”

But
        you
                don’t
understand.
    ­            I
                    cannot
      let it out
                  slowly
like air from a
                       balloon.

all too much it’s all too much it’s always too much it’s too much too much too much too much too much too too too too too too t
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