#nobody
If nobody is a person who is not there
Is that why no one seems to care?
About the one, the nobody
The side character from chapter 3?
…
You tell me
Tell me why they are so blind
As to dismiss someone so sweet and kind
Tell me why I have to try
To force them just to say “hi”
Tell me why I am the messenger
When all they have to do is hear
If nobody is a person who is not there
Then why can only I see them?
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:09 PM UTC
fighting the disassociation
hands reaching out in fog
to grab something real
head empty, force thought
to forefront, can't stop the
feeling that I'm nobody at
all
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 8:22 PM UTC
Hallways, lockers, buzzing phones—
I scroll before first period
and already feel behind.
Perfect smiles on tiny screens,
people I barely know
living lives that look
edited, polished, effortless.
I tell myself it’s fake,
that filters don’t show bad days,
that their highlight reel
isn’t my reality.
But that doesn’t stop the weight
from settling on my chest.
I start measuring myself
against girls who don’t even know my name—
their clothes, their friends,
their faces that seem made for pictures.
I sit in class thinking
about people I’ve never met,
wondering why I can’t look like them,
live like them,
be as easy as they seem.
I’m happy for them.
I think I am.
But there’s this quiet voice saying,
Why not you?
And suddenly I’m tired of myself—
tired of my reflection,
tired of my thoughts,
tired of wishing I could trade places
with someone who has no idea I exist.
I know comparison isn’t fair.
I know their shine doesn’t dim mine.
But knowing and feeling
are two very different things.
So I walk through school
with jealousy tucked into my backpack,
heavy and invisible,
trying to remember
that I’m more than the version of me
I see through a screen.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
I always check tomorrow's weather,
so I can better plan the upcoming day,
and rearrange my
empty day's activities
better:
nobody tole me
they usually get it w~rong
no need to watch sports no more,
cause when I do, somebody wins
in the last second with a buzzer beater and so far, sports media still reports the "actual truth" about who won...
Save myself three hours!!!
but nobody tole me
my debits ate somebody else's credits; confusing, but not my fault
cause nobody tole me
guess I'm a mess,
but it's ok nonetheless,
hehehe, yup
be cause
nobody tole me
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
Zu viel Finsternis in einem dunklen Kern.
Es ist nicht so einfach.
Nicht so schwierig, leicht, schwer.
Nicht verschwinden.
Du willst nicht verschwinden.
Du darfst nicht verschwinden.
Ich darf nicht verschwinden.
Niemandsgesicht, Niemandsgesicht
Du hast es oder siehst es nicht.
Eis zu brechen. Eis zu sprechen.
Das Wort ist Eis in deinem Mund.
Es liegt wie Eis in meinem Ohr.
Translation:
Too much darkness in a black core.
It´s not that easy.
Not so hard, light, heavy.
Don´t disappear.
You don´t want to disappear.
You must not disappear.
I must not disappear.
Nobodyface, nobodyface,
You have it or you don´t see it.
Breaking ice. Speaking ice.
The word is ice in your mouth.
It is ice in my ear.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
I'm not a somebody
You would know.
I'm a nobody, really.
And, as a nobody,
I don't win or lose,
Cause nobody does a **** thing.
I didn't arrive or leave,
Thus nobody is here.
Nobody says anything.
Nobody was accused, so,
Nobody admits to the act.
Nobody was saved.
Nobody deserved it more,
Or less.
Nobody spoke up,
Yet nobody would shut up,
So, nobody was chosen.
Nobody wants to go,
Yet nobody desires to stay.
Nobody was blamed,
And nobody got the credit.
And,
While it's common knowledge
That everybody is born,
We would be wise to remember,
Nobody gets out alive.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC
i want to talk to
nobody i want to think
to nobody
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
The smoke from putting out the candles
Reminds me once again how no one cares
How many years has it been with empty promises?
Being told repeatedly how much fun my birthday will be
You’re getting older we should celebrate
But when it comes down to it their empty words
It would be different if I didn’t see how much effort
Goes into everyone else’s
The smiles I see plastered by how excited they are
It makes me sick; I shouldn’t complain at least they remember
But do they?
I’m celebrated with a cake but who’s going to tell them
That I’m not much for pastries
They bought one so it should count for something
Until you know how each year, I stay up to bake theirs
One they’ll like
One they’ll enjoy
Here’s to me,
Happy Birthday to little Miss Nobody
Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 12:41 AM UTC
I'm going places
And nowhere good
Leaving the neighbourhood
Of blurry faces
I'm going places
Misunderstood
I would stay, if I could
I'm changing bases
A lonely path
Accompanied by me and myself
Let out a laugh
The past, they think know hell
I'm losing grasp
Spiralling straight into wonderland
Why didn't they hold my hand?
Topsy turvy
My perspectives change
I hurt me
Fuelled by the pain
Lurching, wandering,
Perching, pondering
On a cold, wet, porcelain throne
Mixing, blending
Fixing, mending
Aimless, I push on, all alone.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 9:09 AM UTC
Speakers distort static matter,
Is it real? Is it a dream?
There are vestiges that I'm after
And they crave nicotine.
I'm offered nicotine,
I've never felt so alone
I am nobody
And nobody's home
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 9:06 AM UTC
u know i write for no one
not a single eye judges or plants bias into my
poetry or what i wish it could be
or how i want it to be perceived
i write for no one
not for my mother or the old lady at the grocery store
i write because if i don’t, i will bleed from the inside out
or throw up my guts and love that burning from the acids in my stomach
i write for no one
so nothing can phase me
i want criticism, i just don’t think i want to admit the genuine me
i will be fatigued by the corse fingernails digging beneath my skin
using me as a fix
i write for no one
because i write for me
without the pressure of a crowd or a community
it is me, the one singular being
i taste the residue of the tinted pages
and blow up like a puffer fish
while every rabbit of my emotional baggage
gets eaten by a snow fox
it’s at my fingertips
and i feel enough
i write for no one as i write to u
and that’s why it’s the most compelling thing to do
Jan 10, 2022
Jan 10, 2022 at 3:58 PM UTC
And yes, I am Someone.
By default, I have a few names,
Like:
Someone Is Knocking At The Door,
Someone will do that, or
Old People Need Someone To Talk To.
But really I’m just Someone Else.
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 5:33 AM UTC
Nobody sees everything;
Some are blinded by the darkness
While others are blinded by the light.
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 9:08 PM UTC
nobody thinks about you until youre gone
nobody realizes the hole you will leave in their life until youve left it
nobody misses you until they cant have you anymore
nobody apologizes until it doesnt matter anymore
and now you're gone
and its too late
and nobody stopped you.
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
I'm afraid to be
In my house
I'm afraid to be
Out of it
Because there
Are knocks
On my door
When nobody's there
Because I hear people
Whispering in
My basement
And because if
I sleep
Too long
I know it's
Gunna come back
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 12:16 AM UTC
monetize and institutionalize
is the way to gain the modern prize
marriage isn't affirmation of love
it's a 10-grand headache
as the IRS sits above
funerals aren't celebrations of one's life
they're ways for the fat cats
to profit off your strife
churches aren't for learning about god
some pastors make six figures
now isn't that odd?
you wonder why you're in so much pain
grasping at straws attempting to stay sane
unclench your palms from those useless umbrellas
go outside, and dance in the rain
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 3:01 AM UTC
Everyone's alive are living a life like its forever
When the owner knows the expiring date laughing often like we won't cry again
Buying luxuries gadget like we are brave
Buying expensive rides like they are only reason
Building houses like they can move it
Shopping expensively, oppressively
Standing to some great feet,
Being notorious.
Your shadow lying on the floor
giving warning, 6 feet is real
Your breathe is been measured by the hours of time.
The steps your feet takes is been counted.
Your happy moments, frustrated moments, sad moments and winning moments are noted.
Your life is designated to a specific death moment
Equipped with some amount of people to attend.
You won't know the person bathing you,
No can't know the coffin carrier,
You don't know anything. Anything you own is left behind
The ant on the ground has power over you.
You became a friend to the sand.
A very long time friend missing you.
Now you know who you are
Actually nobody,
The breathe of God gives Life
Makes us somebody.
Be good and be good
Give even if it is your last
Be happy when you do.
Help even if not returned, don't make no harm
Death is not the opposite of life,
but
part of it.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
And when I leave,
I wish to go just like I lived
Don’t worry
You won’t miss me
You won’t remember a thing
It will have zero effect on you
Cuz’ all these years,
I’ve been nothing to you
Leaving won’t change anything—
Just as I came
I will leave the same
Alone. Empty. Nobody
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
no problem here,
no,
none at all
please keep walking
nothing here to see
said everyone,
to someone,
to nobody.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC
Birds of December,
carrying memories of you,
I don't need reminders,
instead send by wings, God's angels, so I can be there with you,
I'm a nobody to anybody,
I'm forgotten, already gone,
down on the floor, face down,
crying out to the Lord,
to make their reality the truth,
I'm a nobody to everybody, in this place,
beggin' you Lord to take me soon,
no need to end this with, 'amen', because it won't end, until the Faithful Amen sends me through.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
I’ve always struggled with feeling like I don’t belong anywhere.
That I’m taking up space in a room;
I’m only there because of the person I’m with, nobody cares about my presence.
Everyone feels like a stranger to me just a bit.
When I’m low I don’t have anyone to bring me up because nobody knows how to.
The third wheel, tagalong who always shows up late and leaves early.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC