#emotionalwounds
Just words
These are just words.
A storm in the distance
Advancing with rage
Escalating in time
Take the power away.
Just words.
High pitch shriek
Piercing ears
Traveling the connection
Between head and heart
These are just words
Spitting out the mouth
Tornados
Harmless breathe
Butterfly wings flap
Lethal turning.
Just words
Beauty that seems to fly
from angry hands
Beat the things
Only supernaturally touched
These are just words
Hurled in a corner
Knees to chest
Just words
Raging war
Settling scores
These are just words
Tearing like paper
Childhood taken
Just words
Target set to ****
Bullet bursting
These are just Words!
Rivers flowing
Shame imploding
Just words.
Regret for tomorrow
Can't take back what stains
These are just words
Memories flicker
Weight upon the shoulders
Just words
Empty,
lifeless
These are just words
Nothing that can come to cut the heart
To chain the soul.
Destroy the life.
Just words
Repeat,
repeat
These are just words.......
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
She hit me
and then said I was lucky
she didn't hit harder.
she taught me to apologize
for making her mad.
for existing wrong.
she didn't raise me.
she broke me,
and then rolled her eyes
when I limped.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
The same date returns,
and so do the tears,
pouring quietly into my soul.
I hate the days that remember me.
Days that whisper pain
like it never left.
Sometimes I wish
I was never born into this world,
where emptiness settles
inside a broken heart.
This heaviness in my chest
steals my breath,
and I ask the same questions—
why?
Why do those around me
notice me only when I falter,
yet look away
when I give them everything I am?
People disappoint me.
Family disappoints me.
Friends disappoint me.
And I disappoint myself—
for staying kind,
for caring too deeply,
when love was never returned
the same way.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
I wish I could taste our love —
But the truth is, I bit my tongue;
From the words I was too scared to deliver.
I wish I could see our future —
Yet I get so blind in love;
Of what’s real and what I only hoped for.
I wish I could touch your smile —
But I’ve lost touch with my joy;
Holding something I no longer feel inside.
I wish I could hear your tears —
But the sea cries more than us;
Salt waters heavier than any confession.
I wish I could smell your intentions —
But love-sickness fogged my instincts;
Two hearts coughing through a failing truth.
But I get the sense that I'm still
Falling deeper in love with you.
_And that doesn't make any sense!_
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
I climbed out of a well
and swore
I’d never go back.
But this one is different—
it carries
the bitter taste
of suffering.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
Voy a romper algo,
O voy a romperme a mi,
Estoy harto de sentir esto,
Cada que mencionamos temas así
Cada que no destacó en nada,
Cada esperanza de alguien en que participe,
Ya, simplemente no soy popular,
A nadie le importo.
Nunca dirán algo al público,
Solo les importa los "amigos"
Y ahí es donde surgen los "actos"
Ojalá volver al pasado.
-S.F
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
She seemed like someone who I was looking for my whole life,
But who knew she was like something we call a knife.
Each day I watch her walk with him, a silent scar,
Smiling like moonlight, yet feeling so far.
And here I stay—cut by hope, from just behind the bar.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC
Stopped writing in diaries...
Fearing someone might read them.
Gave up typing on Word documents...
Afraid her privacy might be shattered.
She let people walk away —
Without sharing a word,
Not because she didn't want to,
But because she was done with sympathy...
Something she had seen too much of in life.
And so, she grew silent.
Tired.
She let it be...
Until her heart whispered:
"You're safe with me."
Privacy restored.
But the heart grew heavier than ever.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 2:51 AM UTC
Is this the end—
the final wilt of a flower that never bloomed?
My name fades like ink
washed away by merciless rain,
my dreams crumble
like abandoned sandcastles at dusk.
Where is the wildfire
that once roared inside me?
Now I am a candle,
melting without a flame,
a shadow chasing a sun
that never rises for me.
What is the point of pain
if it never runs dry?
It stretches like an endless ocean,
each wave heavier than the last,
dragging me deeper—
where light cannot reach.
I walk a road no one else takes,
where streetlights are ghosts,
where even the wind forgets to whisper.
The river beneath the bridge writhes,
never still, never calm,
just like me.
God, was it too much to ask
Wished for some hurdles to lessen,
But even the roadside grass
Knows no mercy under the weight of passing feet
I never wanted to beg,
but mercy tastes sweet
when you are starving.
Still, no hand reaches out,
no voice calls my name.
I tried to belong,
but I am the night sky—
swallowing all color,
never reflecting back the light.
Let me breathe—
but the air is an ocean,
and I am drowning in silence.
Want someone to skip a beat of my heart
Want my soul to rest without vanishing?
Want someone to notice—before I am gone?
God, is it really too much to ask?
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
He holds a blade in his hands
( A sharp and thinner )
Will he cut his own finger
Or will he cut another
He is been told -Past & Now
He is been scolded - Past & Now
( First for use, Now for the Plough)
"Oh , he went to hurt another?"
(The blood is crusted on his nails
And blade !)
Now will he wash off the blade
to tell If
He cut his own finger
Or did he cut another
He swings the blade
And dried off
And then,
He said " she was the target"
And
She had a blade
She said calmly
" My blade is blunt & so I
evade"
(The boy remembered what they told
They said everyone lie and they pretend
But he thought she was different
And didn't defend
He said "hold my hands"
She looked smiling,
And had her hands lend
She swirled her fingers
And blades with them,
She stabbed her blade
In his fingers
As she said "The end"
He got up and walked away
And In the forest,
He soaked his own blood
On the blades and then
walked away)
They asked him
Did he cut his own finger
Or did he cut another
He replied
" She was strong and had a big
Shiny blade "
" She lied that it was blunt
And she may evade"
" Though I knew she was lying
And so I fought her with my own
Blade"
" She stabbed me twice but
I prevailed"
They remarked him ,
For that he cut a finger another
And gifted him a new blade,
He spent his days in regret
Scratching the blade
And with his nails
( Becoming ****** and erased)
He was proud for the new blade
He thought it will make him
Anew and remade
But
whenever he saw it
It made him recall
"The smile of the girl
And The lies in her swirl".
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC