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I finally realized what the last 5 years of my life have been the way I let myself get treated hurt, put down treated like I was their child and not their friend and then, you left out of the blue, blaming me taking other friends with you but you leaving gave me time to think I never deserved how you treated me Yes, I messed up, and Yes, I hurt you too but the constant on and off, the never being a priority to you I deserve better I deserve someone who wouldn't constantly be mad who wouldn't trash talk people behind their back and be fake to their face It has only taken one day to see how my other friends treat me like I matter, like I'm important It doesn't mean it isn't sad all those years wasted and it doesn't mean I won't cry, take time to mourn a friendship that could have continued but there is a certain kind of relief involved as well, knowing I will never have to deal with the fallout of your actions ever again and maybe I will always love you, always care but maybe, finally, I'll have the chance to be happy
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
Realizations
I was just trying to escape my thoughts just trying to drink away the pain with monster and there you were in front of the case debating what kind to get just like always you didn’t bother to say hi or smile when you saw me you just walked away I saw it though the monster we fell in love with in your hands it’s just a drink yes but why? I was just trying to escape my thoughts I was just trying to calm down my depressive episode where I was panicking on the floor and now your here the last one I was gonna have taken there’s about 20 other flavors but the one we fell in love with was the only one I wanted
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
monster
It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair that for years I became the ground beneath your feet, an unmoving foundation a place where you could unleash anything a therapist more than a friend. Since we were twelve, I carried your storms in my ribs. I held your hurt in my hands Defended your name, supported you the best i could and told myself I could be strong enough for both of us. Even when I was breaking, I swallowed my own blood and you never saw me choke because i didn't let you, because you already had too much to hold. I folded my pain into a tiny box because my issues were not as nearly as important than yours (to me) Tucked my hurt behind soft smiles, advice, and the “therapist friend façade” I learned how to bleed silently, learned how to say nothing so you wouldn’t have to see it. It isn’t fair how I dropped everything the moment my phone lit up with your name, heart racing fast each time, terrified that one missed call might mean losing you forever. Because that was the intensity of a lot of our calls for awhile I made myself a lighthouse in your darkest waters, My friends saw it. My family saw it. My ex saw it. The way I bent myself into a lifeline. So why didn’t you? Why didn’t you see how much I cared? It isn’t fair to say I didn’t care when caring was the air I breathed. It isn’t fair to say I didn’t listen when I know the shape of your wounds better than you ever learned mine. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. What hurts the most is not that you left it’s when you left. Not when I was standing. Not when I was safe. But when I was already on my knees, gathering the shattered pieces of myself. and you knew. That’s when you turned away. That’s when you let me fall. You didn’t just leave you loosened your grip while I was drowning. You painted me as this uncaring, horrible person instead of considering maybe im just tired.....maybe im just tired of carrying everyone's baggage with my own. It isn’t fair how the moment I needed help carrying my own bags, they became too heavy for you. How the weight I bore for years was suddenly unbearable when it belonged to me. It isn’t fair how small I made myself, how I learned to speak in fragments, hide my suicidal thoughts how I convinced myself I didn’t deserve to be fully known. And when i finally showed those parts of myself, you were gone. I gave and gave and gave until there was almost nothing left, and still it wasn’t enough. It isn’t fair that you cut me out and stitched all the blame into my skin. It isn’t fair that silence replaced honesty. It isn’t fair that you opened the hearts of Jaime and Wickr just to leave them bleeding too. It isn’t fair that after years of you begging people not to leave, after all the promises, you became the one who walked away. And what’s cruelest of all no matter how bad this all ended, I would still answer your call in a second. Id run into your burning house to save you Because I love you like a brother, and I meant it. And you…i guess, never did. I was too busy trying to save you to admit I was drowning. But even knowing that, even carrying my share of the blame, it still isn’t fair.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
It isn't fair.
It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair that for years I became the ground beneath your feet, an unmoving foundation a place where you could unleash anything a therapist more than a friend. Since we were twelve, I carried your storms in my ribs. I held your hurt in my hands Defended your name, supported you the best i could and told myself I could be strong enough for both of us. Even when I was breaking, I swallowed my own blood and you never saw me choke because i didn't let you, because you already had too much to hold. I folded my pain into a tiny box because my issues were not as nearly as important than yours (to me) Tucked my hurt behind soft smiles, advice, and the “therapist friend façade” I learned how to bleed silently, learned how to say nothing so you wouldn’t have to see it. It isn’t fair how I dropped everything the moment my phone lit up with your name, heart racing fast each time, terrified that one missed call might mean losing you forever. Because that was the intensity of a lot of our calls for awhile I made myself a lighthouse in your darkest waters, My friends saw it. My family saw it. My ex saw it. The way I bent myself into a lifeline. So why didn’t you? Why didn’t you see how much I cared? It isn’t fair to say I didn’t care when caring was the air I breathed. It isn’t fair to say I didn’t listen when I know the shape of your wounds better than you ever learned mine. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. What hurts the most is not that you left it’s when you left. Not when I was standing. Not when I was safe. But when I was already on my knees, gathering the shattered pieces of myself. and you knew. That’s when you turned away. That’s when you let me fall. You didn’t just leave you loosened your grip while I was drowning. You painted me as this uncaring, horrible person instead of considering maybe im just tired.....maybe im just tired of carrying everyone's baggage with my own. It isn’t fair how the moment I needed help carrying my own bags, they became too heavy for you. How the weight I bore for years was suddenly unbearable when it belonged to me. It isn’t fair how small I made myself, how I learned to speak in fragments, hide my suicidal thoughts how I convinced myself I didn’t deserve to be fully known. And when i finally showed those parts of myself, you were gone. I gave and gave and gave until there was almost nothing left, and still it wasn’t enough. It isn’t fair that you cut me out and stitched all the blame into my skin. It isn’t fair that silence replaced honesty. It isn’t fair that you opened the hearts of Jaime and Wickr just to leave them bleeding too. It isn’t fair that after years of you begging people not to leave, after all the promises, you became the one who walked away. And what’s cruelest of all no matter how bad this all ended, I would still answer your call in a second. Id run into your burning house to save you Because I love you like a brother, and I meant it. And you…i guess, never did. I was too busy trying to save you to admit I was drowning. But even knowing that, even carrying my share of the blame, it still isn’t fair.
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My life is surrounded by people armed by me, loaded guns aimed at my heart. Every time they leave, I'm shot. I bleed out for awhile depending on who it is Some guns are smaller some are bigger   but I always get repaired You however didn't have a gun I placed a whole nuke in your hands It was never supposed to go off Wasn't meant to end like this And when you set it off I wasn't prepared for the blast I didn't get to bleed Most of me is scorched and black Shrapnel buried deep inside the pieces that stayed in tact Other Pieces flew places Some of them, you must've grabbed I'll never heal from this wound and Ill never get those pieces back
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Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
Nuked Heart
I wandered back to the scene of the crime. 
I remember all that transpired from that night.
 As I was making my way across, the bridge went up in flames.
 And the smoke still lingered even after all the tomorrows came. I saw the match from your hand. 
I smelled the gas before I could land. 
I blame myself for not expecting it sooner,
 when all of your crimes leave the same signature.

 All the houses that burned down carried your name.
 History said you were going around claiming you were framed.
 Yet the clothes you wore still reeked of the fuel.
 The last thing they found were skeletons inside a cubicle. Did you think I’ll always play your game, never thought I’d grow tired of the same joke every day? When I came to bid you an honest farewell, 
 you thought it was an invitation to send me straight to hell. 
 Perhaps I truly am the one to blame.
 You did tell me about the things that drove you insane.
 And I recklessly chose the path of extrusion. Perhaps I deserved this execution. 
 I wandered back to the scene of the crime.
 Where the ghost of the bridge we burned still haunts its culprits. I saw fear when we locked eyes. Did you think I’d be reduced to ashes? Did you think you were burning a witch? Darling, you forget I’m a phoenix. 
 Fire is what keeps me alive.
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Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 8:33 AM UTC
The Arsonist
you were literally my soul mate in a friend why did you have to do this why did you have to treat me so bad and I took that **** for so long because I thought you were my best friend it hurts it hurts it hurts and now you’re a poem
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Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 12:22 AM UTC
it hurts
I cried in your absence time after time But when the beginning of the end came there was nothing but fire Raging through a forest of felled trees Scorching what little was left Perhaps what is needed is one final rainfall If only you hadnt poisoned the water
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
At the End