#oldme
One more day
and a new year will great me
the same way it did several years ago,
just with new people,
I will cross the threshold of another year
from the same place as before.
Even though another year arrives,
Alas! Everything else has changed;
for better,
or for worse.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
I used to put my faith into these numbers.
Wishing, hoping and dreaming that time could define
A perfect life with you….
and still
It doesn’t make sense to look back,
and think that 11:11 was just that.
“Make a wish” in text, sent every night,
Not a superstition and more than a time.
It was my way of saying that I truly love you,
and our dreams and our hopes will grow to be true.
I 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to have faith
May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
Want frozen secrets?
Sir, your ice pick is too short.
Provide extension?
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
I wonder whether to be ignorant than aware
Would be worse
At least I'd be somewhat happy
On this perfect sunny earth
But I was never fond of summer to begin with
So I guess it doesn't matter if I'm here or nonexistent
Another part of me is kinda happy living free
To catch up with all the people and faces I used to be
Reminds me of home
from when I was younger
Who knew I'd miss the love and laughter
Like a brother
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
I have photos on my wall
everywhere i see
the friends i used to have
the old young me
in each picture, there was a memory
and just so much more
but each picture keeps reminding me
the moments, i cant go back to anymore
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
it's back.
i'm back to my old ways.
i'm back into not loving myself.
i'm back into hating how i look.
i'm back into not understanding why i'm here.
i'm back into the old me.
i don't wanna be, but i am.
welcome.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
I look at that girl,
the one in the mirror.
Is that really me?
That girl with the sore eyes.
The one with a broken smile.
What happened to her?
Then I remember all the pain.
All the nights she cried herself to sleep.
All the nights she couldn't even close her eyes.
All those days spent looking at a screen,
envying the girls that were living.
She longed for that,
for a connection.
But she feared vulnerability and honesty.
So she stayed cooped in her tower of her making.
Spending her days in deep sorrow.
Is this how to live?
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
Not a flinch
Nor a word screamed
But the red stained carpet,
Matches the covered wrist
Blade thinning
Blood thickens
Deep breath and slight sigh
Blunt.
Sharp.
Neither will stop the urge
Nor will the screams for help
Scars heal
Memories dont
Memories wont...
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC