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In your wake,
In your silence,
a subtle soundtrack
swarms my head.

The melody of beeping monitors,
The rhythm of knuckles on bed rails,
And the verses, pitched in pain.

They only grow louder, still.

But, grabbing at the void
for any last sound of you,
I hear the wind rushing by
as the world just keeps turning,
I hear the cackling of atoms
that never stopped their motion,
I hear the grass strands
rudely displacing your plot’s dirt,
And reality itself popping
as it rips apart at the seams.

Truth is, I thought I’d feel silent without you,
But it’s grown louder, still.
Kyla 5h
lying on a road of cars,
empty beneath the sky of stars
I ask the God who made them,
He who said do not fear
Who am I?
Where go I?
Why am I here?

My God, oh my God
I feel so endlessly lost
My God, oh my God
Neither leave me nor forsake me
Whatever my cost
Kyla 5h
to spend the rest of my life missing you
i told you this, and you said you felt the same way. yet, here we are
Kyla 11h
merrily through this world we go
purging in every toilet bowl
lol
Dency 13h
Even freedom aches at the end of the day,
It's wings grow tired,no more to sway.

It needs to rest ,It needs to sleep.
A gentle pause,a quiet keep.

Through the storms it flies,through the sky so wide,
Bt even freedom must slow it's stride.

In love and hope,in pain's deep sea,
There is rest ,there is peace,for even the free.
It explores delicate balance between strength and vulnerability.
lilli 14h
I want to rip my skin clean off
Rip my flesh off
Show off my carcass and shout to the world
"See me! See me ****** and broken
See my nervous system flail below me
and love me anyway!"
I feel no connection to the flesh
I feel little hesitation digging my fingernails into it
The pain, however, gives me pause
It resets my mind, unforgiving and real, informing me
"It isn't over
you do not need to mangle yourself
to be known
to be loved"
I am a mosaic of everything
Everyone I have loved
Everything I have loved
I fall apart easy
I make myself into art easier
When I am raw, would someone notice?
Would someone spare me more than a passing glance?
Would they want to turn away?
Would my bones give more pause than my flesh?
See me
See my hurt
Feel my hurt
Know it
Know me
Know who I am
Know what I love
Or at least don't leave
Just listen
Or pretend to
Or don't
I don't mind
Stay
Stay sometimes
Stay every once in a while
Every blue moon
Step into my blood and drink for a while
Take my carcass
Take my flesh
Take my blood
Take my breath
Take my love
Just don't take yourself away from me
I am not scary
My desperation does not make me fearsome
I am not awful
I am not horrid
I am me
I am
I am
I am
I am
Who am I?
Am I the girl who breathes?
The person who sleeps?
The man who writes endlessly?
The woman crying in a cafe somewhere?
The stray cat during a rainstorm?
The teenager at a payphone?
The teenager staring at the world?
A man looks at his wife on the beach
He says to her
"Look at the world
no, really, look.
I know I see,
but what do you see?
She smiles at him
Tucks her sweaty hair behind her ear
and speaks in music
"I see hope
and I see pain
I see more
and I see again"
He doesn't understand what that means
Maybe she doesn't, either
but he sees the stars in her eyes
and feels what he does not know
"I see you
when you look of at the horizon
I think I see you more in those moments
than I ever do otherwise.
What do you dream of?
When you stare like that?"
She hums like starlight
Ponders like a calm, wondering shore
"I dream of my flesh," She begins sweetly
"Of what the dirt will see
when I am beneath it.
That will be the only time
I will be unable to know myself."
He doesn't understand what that means either
but his heart does
She does
Her rawness does
Her bones do
They smile together at him, one in his love
He smiles back, unflinching
Drinking her in
Never looking away
dual pov moment I had fun with this one
The rain is not stopping,

Clouds are just moving,

Why is it so gloomy,

Raining lifts my burden,

Stars are now fading

The sun is sad
after loosing the sunshine it had,

Sugar is mixed with salt,

Is it my fault?

Am I right or wrong?

I think the sun can shine again,

There is a hope of light,

Where I can see no pain,

Rain might stop,cause,

I can see a hope,

stars are blinking again,

sky is clear,

No sign of rain,

Truely! Pain is temporary.
Cheyenne Apr 25
My fingers are screaming
As I beat a rhythm into my desk's surface.
They strike in the same rhythm over and over again,
But you will never understand why.

It is mistaken for a distraction,
Or perceived to be anxiety.
And my classmates scowl and tell me to stop,
No matter how panicked I seem.

It is not a side effect of ADHD,
Or wanting pity.
It is a silent scream of pain
And fear.
It is my cry for help.

...---...
Cadmus 10h
Sharing my pain would heal me, i thought.
So I opened up
told them everything.
The sleepless nights, the buried fears, the truth.

And they listened.
But not to understand.

They turned my story into gossip.
My wounds into entertainment.
Some even laughed.

That’s when I learned
not everyone deserves your truth.
Some people don’t hold your pain.
They dance to it.
Some hearts are too shallow to hold deep wounds. Share carefully , not every ear deserves your truth.
She Forgot to Shine*

She watched from shadows, their laughter so bright,
Drawn to their glow, mistaking it for light.
Their crowns gleamed gold, their steps so proud,
She shrank in silence, lost in the crowd.

She painted her face in their borrowed hue,
Wore smiles not hers, masked what was true.
She mimicked their walk, their giggles, their grace,
But nothing she did could win her a place.

She dimmed her glow to mirror theirs,
Traded her truth for secondhand stares.
Ignored the whisper, soft and low—
“Your light is rare, let it show.”

But she wanted their warmth, their golden stage,
So she silenced her fire, caged her rage.
Fed on envy from morning’s first breath,
Planted deceit, reaped hollow death.

O’er—what a sorrowful, sorrowful soul,
Plunged into the very image of perfection,
Drowning in the fleeting fame,
Choking on praise never meant for her name.

She wore their shine, but it burned her skin,
For light not yours won’t glow within.
Now alone, in a mirror she stares,
At a girl who vanished chasing glares.

A ghost of hope, a shadowed shell,
Trapped in a dream that felt like hell.
Her own light waits where she left it behind—
But not all stars get a second time.

Some stories end not with silence, but with a flicker too late—
And a light forever lost to a path never meant.
It is not every time in  one chases someone
Because at the end all is vanity.
Always grooms the light that is within
Because that is the one that shines brightest
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