#healinghurts
they call it home.
i learned to call it something else.
the same four walls,
the same silence that never helped,
the same nights that strecthed too long
with nowhere to hide.
and i remember,
how the room would watch
like it always does,
holding its breath
while everything broke.
i was small,
small enough to think
someone would stop it,
then someone would choose me.
but the silence stayed.
so i learned early,
how to survive inside a place
that was never meant to hurt me,
how to carry something invisible
that still feels like it's there—
like red
that never really washed away.
and even now,
when the night comes back
and the walls feel closer,
i realize
i never left that room.
i just grew around it.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 9:42 PM UTC
I'm tired of pretending
That everything is alright
My thoughts are never ending
They keep me up at night
I'm tired of this feeling
I've never felt so low
Why can't my mind start healing
I fear it'll never go
I'm tired of trying
I'm working towards my death
Every thought keeps on rewinding
I'm catching every breath
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
You're nothing
but a ***** flea to me -
Biting my ankles,
And gnawing at my feet
You refuse my pleas to cease
They itch -
Oh so uncomfortably
I scratch until they bleed
The bites are gone now,
But my skin -
Uneven, blotched in tone -
Bear scars of memories
Long since past
And so I cover them fast
Lest I dwell on the contrast
They make my tattoos
Look a little ugly sometimes
Maybe I'll just cover them
With more art -
Turn something stark
Into something lark
How about all bite,
AND all bark?
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 3:25 AM UTC