#depresso
Why am I here
What is my purpose
I thought this feeling of unimportance would dwindle after reaching adulthood
But, now it's been 5 years and I still cant stand being "here"
When does it get better
When do things stop hurting
When do the people I cherish care to stick around.
When do "friends" become friends.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
running out of my favorite coffee
on such a fine evening to work and write poetry,
without a hot mug beside, it feels incomplete in all honesty,
went for some decaf, apologies, my taste does not really fancy
IA ☕
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
man, am i
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i think i need
h
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l
p
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but for now im ok
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
I am the reason why darkness flows through me,
It's like a black pool of nothing,
It's there but at the same time it's not,
I never knew what it meant,
But it came to me one dark night,
It's here because of what others have done to me,
And what I've done to others.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
Darkness,
There is nothing to see,
Pitch Black,
Only darkness surrounds me.
Coldness,
There is nothing to keep me warm,
Really cold,
Coldness surrounds me like a swarm.
No Cure,
There is nothing to help me,
It's a disease I can't get rid of,
And it's killing me.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
Sun-dried it was, with freckles and pimples each individual size and cause
Mixed with strange colors from the blue UV
A canvas for sweat, where I’d sleep, drink and eat
The surface I treat like a marble dream I walked upon without slipping
Like those shoulders I gripped when you made me feel little
And I begged you for more
Was I cinnamon to you, not perfect all the time like her
The vanilla that she is, pure and classic
She is the real porcelain inside and out while I am ceramic
My cracks don’t show at all, then all at once
But the scariest part is that I haven’t fallen yet, I live on
And you’re on the other ******* side
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
Desculpa.
Eu estrago o perfeito.
Acabo com o infinito.
Transformo a realidade em mito.
Digo as palavras erradas mesmo dizendo as certas.
Escrevo cartas rasgadas e as envio abertas.
Rabisco palavras bonitas.
E no lugar coloco feridas.
Oras
Você vai se acostumar.
No meu mar eu vou te afogar.
Você tenta me erguer e eu te puxo.
Tenta compreender e eu fujo.
Tenta fugir e eu rujo.
Sou um animal selvagem e sujo.
Eu cresci errado.
Eu sorri errado.
Eu menti errado.
Eu senti errado.
Mas me conta, qual a sensação de ser amado?
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Porque eu tenho que ser um desgraçado que há de morrer afogado nesse mar de elementos de um passado que seria melhor apagado, porque há de mim ser mais um solitário que há de morrer queimado por todas essas emoções sem pário, porque há de mim ser mais um coitado que passa o tempo deitado nessa cama de sentimentos amaldiçoados
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC