#letitout
by Bloomy Ashes
my thoughts loud collapsing within one another
their edges blur, like smoke with no tether.
my mind fighting my entirety
each thought a blade, carving duality.
screams from within blocked by curves on my skin
my skin curves calm, but holds storms within.
i am fighting one i cannot win
a war unnamed, yet worn paper-thin.
my heart bleeds and aches
each beat a bruise that never breaks.
held together by wires dripping scarlet red
fraying threads sing of words unsaid—
and said.
even the words i said still slice my thread.
my mind and heart at war, my body caught in between
a hostage to storms I did not convene.
yet again, i feel so unseen
like i’m screaming in glass—shattering clean.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 5:09 AM UTC
Tonight
listen to me.
Just hold my hand
like you used to.
Tonight
don't speak,
hold me near.
Just let me
let it
out.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
This monster that lives inside of many.
Takes people daily.
It's unfair that this monster lives in all of us.
Yet some can control it.
Others get consumed and killed by it.
We need to open up more about this monster.
Why is selfish If the monster consumes another victim.
This monster is hard to live with daily.
He screams and he won't give up.
He makes you fight with yourself.
He makes you hurt others.
He is unseen by many,
Cause nobody can talk about it.
So he remains hidden behind walls so high.
Then...
He consumed another restless soul.
This monster lives in all of us...
He just hasn't reached you yet.
Beware he is coming for everyone.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
lying under the fluorescent lights
wading in the white sheets
the lights faded in and out
it took everything in him to suppress the tears accumulating
even with the red liquid surfacing from every scorched part of his body
he couldnt let himself cry
because MEN dont cry
boys cry.
the last time he cried
he was too young to remember
except for what his father had done
when he saw the glistening drops rolling down his face
slammed him into the ground
and the sprained wrist he acquired
was his reminder everyday that
MEN dont cry
boys cry.
but he let that glorious shining tear roll down anyways
because maybe men cry too.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
Let me scream;
Let me cry.
Let me let out what's inside.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC