#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.’’
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
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?
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
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.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
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.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
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
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
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
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 10:22 AM UTC
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
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
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
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC
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?
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
english - A+
math - A-
i stopped. that was all i need to see.
4.0 gpa and i still cried myself to sleep.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 1:41 AM UTC
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?
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 11:14 PM UTC
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.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
I’m so tired.
But I need to be better.
If I am not,
What is the point of doing?
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
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
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 10:40 PM UTC
“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.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 5:03 PM UTC
As I grow up,
I grow d
o
w
n
Wondering when
It will all stop.
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 12:53 AM UTC
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
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC
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?
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
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.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
He wore crooked windows
Beside morning coffee
And her spilled milk
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
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
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
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.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
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.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
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?
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC