#crybaby
your true colours remind me of my old bruises
the hues, the truth stuck in my throat
the feeling of being useless
your truth cannot rectify the divide inside
the echoing of inner child cries
the pain is stuck inside
choking on my insecurities
you were supposed to be my security
the foundation is weak
too scared to speak
choking on my impurity
will you still stay through the grey?
when i rain, will you hide away?
strive today for a idyllic place
to lay my head, to plan, protect
to understand your hands
as soft not violent
as truth not sufficing
why is my heart so divided?
can we make amends?
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
I wanna hear you say it
Don't want to need to rephrase
You love to feel this way
So you scream, could it be?
You give it all away
Admission free, could it be?
I can hear but I cannot see
Crybaby
I want you to write it down
It's not you, it's me, why I keep coming around
I can hear but I cannot see
Crybaby
Abdicated, celibate
More than had enough of it
I can hear but I cannot see
Crybaby.
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 10:49 AM UTC
Call me *****
Because you run from the police
Call me *******
For when my whip hits your back
Dont hurt my feelings
You the ***** thats crying
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 5:54 PM UTC
I was shattered completely within,
My eyes went off control;
I split into tears still relieved the treachery,
He* then provoked, “Eh girly men don’t cry!”
Then a squabble ran onto my mind;
Why don’t men cry?
You distill within, you calm thine down:
You hop, you break, of course you frown.
Tears just roll down, to calm thy within,
Banding the aid that you got to fit.
The purity lies in the tears,
They wash off one’s filth, soothe and revive;
Gives you the fortitude and a roar
“High time to break the concealed fear”
Don’t rub off thy moisture
Let it remind;
You are a pow than the people behind
Your soul soothes, thy mind blows;
Fade the horror your life shows.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
I'm losing my mind
Everyone sees it,
i'm not the same
Definitely not sane
I'm a wishful thinker
Though i have a lot to tinker
I'll lose my mind
If that keeps everyone else kind
Who will save me today
Before my mind has gone away
-kathycis
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
I keep getting asked "are you okay?"
Good question.
When will I finally be pretty?
Good question
I'll cut my hair and fake a smile
Hoping someone will stay a while
Why am I such a crybaby?
Good question
they say a broken heart is one that's been loved
But I guess nothing's perfect.
Who am I?
Good question
The best questions are the ones without answers.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
I find a way to relate anything and everything to home.
Oh look, it's a bag of chips.
I used to eat chips at home.
Oh look, it's a pencil.
I used to use pencils at home.
And each time it makes me cry.
Someone passes by me wearing perfume that smells like Mom's,
I start crying.
I see the words mom, dad, parents, home, family,
I start crying.
Am I just a crybaby?
Or am I allowed to feel sorry for myself once in a while?
Because if you were in my place, you would too.
Anyone would.
Don't deny it.
Please just let me feel sorry for myself now.
Don't call me weak.
Don't call me over-sensitive.
Don't call me a baby.
Don't tell me to cheer up.
Don't tell me to focus on the good.
Don't tell me to shut up.
Don't say I'll be okay.
Don't say it'll all be over soon.
Don't say I'll get over it.
Just let me cry.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
"Why are you crying?
You knew it was going to die."
Humans are strange creatures.
I've known that from the start.
You were no exception.
For the time being.
You cried over everything.
Animals dying, falling over.
Whatever it was, you'd cry.
In a way, I thought you were pitiful.
But I have grown since childhood.
Remembered who I was, once upon a time.
I'd cross worlds to protect you.
Even though you contradict me all the time.
You don't like what I say.
I never understood why.
I killed all those humans for you.
Those heathens.
But even then, you cry.
You cried and cried until no more tears would flow.
I remember the words to spoke to me.
Each one slipping out on a sharp tongue.
You had no more tears.
They had run out.
You hated me.
Despised me.
So we fought.
I thought we could reconcile.
Begin again.
Life brand new.
But when I turned to you to speak.
What stared back at me was dull.
A hollow vessel.
Void of a human heart.
You wouldn't speak to me.
You wouldn't breathe for me.
No matter how much I yelled.
You would never hear.
And for the first time in my life.
I cried.
"Hey, Akira,
What are these feelings?"
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Give me happy pills,
Write me silly riddles
Let crybabies have their giggles
Don't force me awake at dawn
Chiffon nails unlike my Queen idle
Give me happy pills,
Drown me once, twice, or thrice
Cannot quite identify between sugar & spice,
***** spoiled brat with her spoiled milk,
De-feather the throne and join the heist
Give me happy pills,
Show me how to love and show me how to sin—
Locate me to my demons I have never been,
A corpse is a corpse—
When his pale lips turns into beige
Just an ordinary broken cassette,
In the age of fifteen
Give me happy pills,
Slap me a mega laughter until I die
Tell me saber, how to curve a smile
Adorableness faints in a cradle—
When she started to cry,
Atleast give me forever for awhile
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
You marveled at her beauty
And began to turn chartreuse
Poking fun at her
Only made her think of a hangman's noose
She bawled bitter tears
But there was no turning back
You fired insults
Her cracking with every attack
You made her life miserable
Called her crybaby
Never regretting anything
She's spending a lot of time away from school lately
Turns out she wasn't skipping,
Actually she's dead
And it seems that your words
Were the very thing that took off her head
So when you're at her funeral
Weeping and wondering why
Just remember
That it was you who first made her cry
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
"She is a crybaby.
Downpouring in her flesh and glory.
Self inflicted in her catastrophes."
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS LIFE
TO NOT BURN AND PLAY IN ASHES
JESUS CHRIST HELP ME BREATHE
BECAUSE HE CRUSHED MY CHEST; RIPPED OPEN OLD SCARS
JESUS
HE DOESN’T WANNA MARRY ME
JESUS CHRIST I CAN’T SEE
past yesterday.
Jesus Christ.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Is it weird to hallucinate wind chimes? twinkle twinkle, they go - twinkle, twinkle
I didn't eat breakfast but went straight to church, out of the sun and into the stone. I lit one candle and it shone on the rack.
I am sitting behind myself, a teenager coughing emeralds into a wet tissue, raging with flu.
Over there, I am ten years old.
All of these me's, bursting in the silence, finding excuses not to pray.
ten am
walked to the cafe to watch ten thousand beating hearts carried like luggage -
one girl has bought an orange and is eating it right in front of me-
It slipped down her neck one piece at a time.
I suppose it's quite intimate to watch someone eat an orange like that.
Dutch guy (I think Dutch, but god knows) on the phone
with a very, very, very nice **** and a tattoo going up his arm that
sort of looks like a vine.
walked some more and dunked my head in the fountain to cool off,
already dry and sitting in the park
music everywhere
I can't get that piano piece out of my head, 'The Entertainer'
and also that bit from ******
'all the stars and the cars and the bars and the barmen'
or something like that.
hello love, would you mind a good seeing to?
not tonight sweetcheeks, I utterly loathe you
I am aching everywhere.
Do I look mad or heartbroken or both?
if he doesn't call by one then
(what? what are you actually going to do about it you stupid ****
The key to good mental health is to avoid thinking at any cost and don't go anywhere when you have nowhere to go.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC