Ophelia’s swinging herself across her lake
The salt of the water is hitting my face. Can she leave? Can’t she go? I’m fed up with the artificial show. Female insanity, that’s me. If I die today I’ll make it pretty.
i wrote this whilst drunk so its literally the worst thing ive ever written, idk how to be more sophisticated tbh
Tucked in a closet,
yet the depths of Sahara kept in a small room
the time that you told me to die
was painful that I didn't even try slapping you I don't know if you lied but all I knew was it was possible that you wished I did I tried to make it up to you; avoiding hurting you with the fist, and temper of mine I just wished you noticed that I tried; Yes, I've grown distant, trying to find one's self; I was occupied, sad, and alone. Too busy to find friends, that won't discard me when I needed someone I guess that I pushed you away so that you won't be like me. An envious, gullible fool but as I did, the more you become a little more like me. We're the opposite of each other but undeniably similar.
back and forth.
is after love these days, they want to receive loving words each day . even I want to be loved but . . . I don't want a partner
i base my worth on likes and simple words
i know that this kind of thinking doesn't work and that will never do.
. the silence of the midnight sea, was like the echo of society, is this what was it supposed to be? . a grey cloud overshadows me, I am withering.
words are not simple,
that sometimes I just want to be a cloud.
too alone, here I copy, you're already gone.
we follow with blindfolded eyes,
fearing our fears, a breathless sigh.
gone was you,
and gone was I I search the wind, saying "where am I?"
I've grown so much,
yet I feel small. even if I tried, would they notice me at all?