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#burntout
‘’my legs have turned to mush my brain feels like slop and my eyes have melted i clock out of my shift i go home i shower i study for my test tomorrow i go to bed i wake up i brush my teeth i put on clothes i go to school i clock in for my shift i clock out of my shift i go home . . . this tiring cycle is endless and the adults in my life expect nothing less of me you must get a good grade and study but you must also get 8 hours of sleep you must take care of yourself but you must work to keep your apartment a good grade is a good day, anything less counts you as a failure and as a mistake do not fail but do not exceed.’’
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
go and go and go
I've tried to fix myself but you're the problem I've searched for solutions, but I've hit rock bottom You need to fix things, this isn't on me Good friends don't come for free I want you in my life, but you only make me hurt You say you value me, but you feed me ******* dirt I'm so done of letting you ruin my life It feels like you're slowly carving my heart out with a knife So, end this or fix you, not me The ball's in your court, so stop hurting me I've been fixing my unbroken parts for you But now I've realized that you're our issue So even though you're probably beyond repair I hope you can be fixed by someone, somewhere It may be impossible and I'm not up to the task Is a healthy friendship too much to ask?
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
I'm so done with you
I sit at my desk in a classroom full of kids Their laughs fade to tinnitus, background noise. Tears fall silently onto a pristine white paper, Tainted with red marks. 75 percent. The number blurs as my eyes well up. 75 percent. D minus. The crazy thing is, I don't get D's, I'm not supposed to get D's. The thing is, I'm smart. I'm supposed to be smart. My legs taps to the beat of failure Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure.
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
The Failure
Do you know the feeling when you have one thing, one thing that you're confident in, out of everything you've ever tried and failed at, when you have that one thing? And someone else is better? Not someone in the world, there will always be someone better. But someone younger, someone close to you. The feeling when you devote your whole life to something, put your very soul into the work you used to love, and someone comes along and surpasses you without effort? The feeling that you're worthless, that you're a failure, that you'll never amount to anything no matter how hard you try? Do you know that feeling? The feeling like you're letting everyone down, like you had one task, something you were good at. The feeling like you should just give up and throw it all away. Like all your effort will never amount to anything, and no one will ever want someone as pitiful and disgraceful as you? Do you know that feeling? The feeling when you tried, you actually tried so hard and failed. And the worst part is you thought you succeeded.
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
All I've Ever Known
I guess I understand I have been there before I guess I want to help her and save her from the storm She's innocent please leave her be don't treat her like you treated me Please, cruel world give me this grace don't you dare spit in her innocent face
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
The Storm
Because you're right I couldn't fix you You're right I shouldn't have tried to Your pride is what you're concerned about Is "you're right" really all you wanna hear right now? Well you're right I should have walked away faster Should've known you'd only break my heart after I was already in love You're right, you aren't good enough I kissed your scars even after you hurt me And I held your hand even when you ******* burned me Do you know how embarrassing that was? To stay with somebody who hates you because You hope things get better You hope that love can Turn a monster into a man But it doesn't And it won't Because you're beyond repair But there is still someone for me somewhere Who will treat me so nice You'll wish that you did For someone so smart You're so ******* stupid To think that I'm really that dumb I love you, but I'm done Pretending this was gonna work Pretending loving you didn't hurt Pretending that it doesn't burn When you think you're always right 'Cause you're still stuck on your past You hate him so much but you're just like your dad You smother every light that I ever had By holding on too tight And it's suffocating And I'm longing to breathe again And in the middle of it all I ended up losing who I am
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 10:22 AM UTC
Burnt Out by Lenna Firestone
Pound, pound, pound Goes the hammer to my skull Shake, shake, shake Goes the tremor in my hands Ache, ache, ache Goes the pain in my limbs Churn, churn, churn Goes the nausea in my stomach Sting, sting, sting Goes the tears in my eyes Life is dragging my limbs from horses running in opposite directions Pulling me apart at the seams Tearing me violently as I break down Feeling like there's no way out
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
Drained of Life
i am all the days they choose to ignore i am worthy i am kind i am soft i am loving please please please choose me don’t ignore me i have something to offer look at me please just take a look
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC
Sunday Evening Deserves Love and Hugs
why do i still try to win in public speaking contests when i know i'll never be good enough to do so? why do i still try to have the "best presentation" in class when i know i'll never be as good as the rest? why do i still try to run for treasurer in school council when i know i'll always lose? why do i still aim for gold when i know i'll never be smart enough to reach that? why do i still try?
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
untitled poem 1.3.2026
english - A+ math - A- i stopped. that was all i need to see. 4.0 gpa and i still cried myself to sleep.
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Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 1:41 AM UTC
report card
do you ever tell your parent that what if you can't do it and all they say is "I know you will". No mum. What if I can't ? what if I disappointed you? what about my guilt? where do I keep this feeling? why is it so heavy? what if i fail? what then? will you still think of me as your brightest kid? will you still use me as an example for my siblings? will i be an example? what if i couldn't be that intelligent always making you proud kid? what if i fail mum? why is this feeling so heavy? where do I keep it mum? What if i fail?
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 11:14 PM UTC
What if i can't
I am throwing up straight gasoline. Steam is dripping down my eyes. I work twice as hard as that man. I earn five times less awards. My body is deteriorating. I am tripping over the wires at my feet. I am falling ill; I keep working. That man will pay But you know what they say You can’t take it with you.
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
meat - machine
I’m so tired. But I need to be better. If I am not, What is the point of doing?
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Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
Burnt out.
I want to be a candle I want to cover myself in wax Feel it broil my skin To see my waxy peel crack and break at the pressure Watch me fall as warmth is radiated on me And let the scorching heat take me over I want to be a candle So they can finally see that I can only last so long From the tall shining figure To a Bath and Body Works cavity So they can watch the girl on fire turn to ashes I’m not flame-retardant I am a candle And my wick has burned out Let me be a candle So that I, myself, can put out the lights And finally, be at peace
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 10:40 PM UTC
Burnt Out
“Post a time when you were at your lowest but no one noticed” But the thing is when I was at my lowest, I never hid it, at least not in the long run I let the blood from my struggles pour from my eyes, It runs down my arms in vein-like trails and seeps into the creases of my palms It runs down my fingers, filling the whorls and arches of my prints Every touch contaminates and floods I spread it on the surfaces, smearing and painting with red: startling like a cardinal in snow and thicker than wine At times I regret being so open, thinking I should just keep things to myself But that would be to go against my nature To go against my deep desire for those I love to know every single intimate part of me; To see me at my weakest. Maybe it’s because there aren’t any secrets then It’s just me showing the world that when im strong, im strong, And when I’m weak, I’m weak. I suppose I don’t feel the need to hide how I'm feeling or what I am going through. To hide it would be far too much work And I don’t have the energy to hide.
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Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 5:03 PM UTC
Post A Time Then You Were At Your Lowest...
As I grow up, I grow d                  o                    w                        n Wondering when It will all stop.
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Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 12:53 AM UTC
Aging
Feet so heavy, let's stay grounded today Sheets so white and crisp where they lay These hands are so twisted as they move to fold Cracked and dry making the linen go crimson in their hold We messed up the work with our blood Go to reload the machine but alas, a flood! Open up the exit, pushing the filthy water out with a broom Sweat, blood, and bile pile up in the concrete room Goodness! Our feet are no longer grounded They are embedded into the floor as if they had been pounded I thought to leave soon before my life fades away The corporate world is hard to exit, and offers little pay
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Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC
Tired
I’m a total mess and need a shower I have a meeting in less than an hour There’s no hot water – we have no power Should I **** it up and take one now, or Call in sick to work?
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
Random
I like being busy There's no surprise in that, It's the only way to survive and make the voices quiet that argue in my head. I like being busy It's the only way I've known, To burry down those feelings That keep on surfacing on their own. I like being busy I enjoy being burnt out Because that's how I muffle the agony from the bleeding cut. I don't want a moment of silence Because that's when The voices in my head are The loudest. They Mourne, they agonize, they miss, They sympathize. And then all I have is this burning feeling which is The darkest.
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
I like being busy
He wore crooked windows Beside morning coffee And her spilled milk
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
Soiled life
It's a nightmare Being the burnt out Shooting star Replaced by the light Of a full moon It's a nightmare Being hidden underneath Clouds and overcast skies Replaced by angel eyes That makes you swoon It's a nightmare Being darkened By nights that glow Replaced by a shooting star Brighter than you ever were It's a nightmare Being overshadowed By dreams of the sun Replaced by love, Hope, joy, life... with her
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
A Nightmare
it’s like the clock is still working but the gears are no longer turning i’m burning up on empty *fuel dripping, leaking,* no longer capable of containing contemplations too volatile for proper taming, and so i’m just… resting. a dormant chamber of magma underneath the bedrock is often due for massive explosion but i never liked being out of control and the last thing i need are for my insides to get torn open. a tree bearing great fruits brilliantly disguised to hide its reckless disharmonious motion. *That is fear speaking. Apprehension.* Avoiding the waves because what follows next is spinning down through the vortex violently into uncharted oceans.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Imagination Now Buffering, Please Hold!
I run to my friends with all these fears and they tell me it will be OK. I cant put it into words to tell them how I cant sleep, I cant breath How I lay in my bed everyday and cry... Tears that stream down my face are of mixed emotions, but the truth is I am tired How I wake up every morning with a pounding head and how long I have been popping pain killers. I keep chasing shadows that I will never catch, In my own highway of dreams I  have been letting through people's dreams and never mine. I am tired of society's high bar, the stuff we  have to do be accepted to be loved. This is a burden I cannot carry, a cross I can no longer bear. So in this open space I crucify my empty soul. In these empty space i divorce society and life because I cant any more.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
A CROSS I CAN NO LONGER BEAR
Did I tell you? I’m kind of quiet… no, really, I am. You should see me around people I don’t know…. Ha, yes, I know you don’t believe me… I talk my socks off around you. But, you’re different. You already know the contents of me… I mean, you may not have read every page in detail, but you get the rough draft. Not many people get that. Man, what a stuck up ***** they say… Miss goody two shoes is too good for us… Not all of us are rich like you they say. Oh, how I wish I was any of those things…it wouldn’t sting when they mistook me for anything but the plains, but instead they see skylines and frosted mountains. I am not as complex, I am not as breathtaking, I am not such a climb. It’s funny. i have it together - it appears from the outside looking in. On the inside, I’m so tired. I know you know this - but they don’t. They don’t see 14 hour days, 98 hour weeks, 5,784 hour years… of on the go, here you can have my time, my peace, my arms, my legs, my soul. They don’t see that. They don’t see me helping the family when they need food that week..and me not eating. They don’t see my sore back, my restless nights, or the loneliness that follows endless hours. I’m the one missing out… and they think I am better than them. If they only knew how much I wished I could be more like them and less like me…. how they are the morning skies… and I am merely a spectacle to their bold colors. They’re outspoken, care free, sociable, …extroverted. I wouldn’t dare say a word. I know even then they wouldn’t get me… not like you do. I just sit back - quietly, watching, listening, absorbing…an abused sponge from one too many passes on the burnt pan. Ha, that’s me. Still giving my all - in whatever pieces are left of me, trying to shine the world. Silly I am. I’m ready to get out of here… or find myself again, and stop smothering my heart. It’s an out of control fire and my day to day has become the dirt. I think if I exhale in a week you may just see smoke pouring from my lungs… I’m burning out. Can you tell?
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
today - a big run on blurb
Did I tell you? I’m kind of quiet… no, really, I am. You should see me around people I don’t know…. Ha, yes, I know you don’t believe me… I talk my socks off around you. But, you’re different. You already know the contents of me… I mean, you may not have read every page in detail, but you get the rough draft. Not many people get that. Man, what a stuck up ***** they say… Miss goody two shoes is too good for us… Not all of us are rich like you they say. Oh, how I wish I was any of those things…it wouldn’t sting when they mistook me for anything but the plains, but instead they see skylines and frosted mountains. I am not as complex, I am not as breathtaking, I am not such a climb. It’s funny. i have it together - it appears from the outside looking in. On the inside, I’m so tired. I know you know this - but they don’t. They don’t see 14 hour days, 98 hour weeks, 5,784 hour years… of on the go, here you can have my time, my peace, my arms, my legs, my soul. They don’t see that. They don’t see me helping the family when they need food that week..and me not eating. They don’t see my sore back, my restless nights, or the loneliness that follows endless hours. I’m the one missing out… and they think I am better than them. If they only knew how much I wished I could be more like them and less like me…. how they are the morning skies… and I am merely a spectacle to their bold colors. They’re outspoken, care free, sociable, …extroverted. I wouldn’t dare say a word. I know even then they wouldn’t get me… not like you do. I just sit back - quietly, watching, listening, absorbing…an abused sponge from one too many passes on the burnt pan. Ha, that’s me. Still giving my all - in whatever pieces are left of me, trying to shine the world. Silly I am. I’m ready to get out of here… or find myself again, and stop smothering my heart. It’s an out of control fire and my day to day has become the dirt. I think if I exhale in a week you may just see smoke pouring from my lungs… I’m burning out. Can you tell?
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