We had something special,
connected on a deeper level.

But I guess you were willing to settle
for something less than that.

It's normal to wish

to be special, do you think --


you are that common?

Don't feel so special

I've been abused,
Forcefully used,
Yet you think you can blow my fuse?
Don't feel so special.

I've hacked & sliced at my own skin,
Barely living,
So thin,
But you worry if you hurt my grin,
Don't feel so special.

You could have called me every bad name under the sun,
shot me with a gun.
But I've hurt me, more than you've ever could.
So don't feel so special.

I don't need closure,
Unless its from stitches,
Mending the pieces I've broke from myself.
But the damage you've done,
Is nothing I haven't done to myself.

So don't feel sorry.
Hold your tears of guilt upon a shelf.
They mean nothing to me,
But only for yourself.

So don't feel so special.
You are nothing but another person who dared to hurt me,
But only hurt themself.

🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕
something to be said
for being one of a kind,
after all
two moons in the night sky
seem far less appealing
🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

© 2022

you are not special
you are not the only one who has problems
or feels lonely and depress

you are not special
you're not the only one who thinks about quitting
feels not good enough and sleeps the night crying

you are not special
you are not the only one who thinks about it
ending everything with a rope or a blade

you are not special
you are not the only one who feels alone
taken for granted, set aside and misunderstood

you are not special
you're not the only one who feels hopeless
helpless, useless and lifeless

you are not special because trust me
i feel you, I get you, I AM you.
so you are NOT special.

And as I sit
With colors all around
There’s a hole in my heart
It’s source yet unfound
When I can fill this
Temporal void
Is up to the imagination
Of a very special boy
I leave everything to you
My life and my soul
Please finally complete me
To have and to hold
In this life and the next
I wish for nothing more
Then to finally feel happy
To no longer feel bored

Give me a second to die.
Maybe
I will realize
that my life was special.

No two snowflakes are alike. Do you know what that means? Are you able to grasp just how much weight that statement carries? That means that even during a blizzard when the world is being consumed by snow and the flakes are falling faster than a torrential down pour and you can’t see your very own hand in front of you, still even then not one of those trillions of snowflakes will ever match another.
It’s practically unthinkable, a laughable old wive’s tale. But then I remember how I saw you that one day with your friends, laughing at something one of them said and I realize in that moment then how something like that is truly possible