#poetrythathurts
Is this the end—
the final wilt of a flower that never bloomed?
My name fades like ink
washed away by merciless rain,
my dreams crumble
like abandoned sandcastles at dusk.
Where is the wildfire
that once roared inside me?
Now I am a candle,
melting without a flame,
a shadow chasing a sun
that never rises for me.
What is the point of pain
if it never runs dry?
It stretches like an endless ocean,
each wave heavier than the last,
dragging me deeper—
where light cannot reach.
I walk a road no one else takes,
where streetlights are ghosts,
where even the wind forgets to whisper.
The river beneath the bridge writhes,
never still, never calm,
just like me.
God, was it too much to ask
Wished for some hurdles to lessen,
But even the roadside grass
Knows no mercy under the weight of passing feet
I never wanted to beg,
but mercy tastes sweet
when you are starving.
Still, no hand reaches out,
no voice calls my name.
I tried to belong,
but I am the night sky—
swallowing all color,
never reflecting back the light.
Let me breathe—
but the air is an ocean,
and I am drowning in silence.
Want someone to skip a beat of my heart
Want my soul to rest without vanishing?
Want someone to notice—before I am gone?
God, is it really too much to ask?
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
I hate the old me,
the one who stayed too long,
who mistook being needed
for being loved
I hate the new you,
how easy it seems for you
to become someone
I don’t recognise
And me?
I’m somewhere in between
not healed,
not whole,
just… here
I don’t love the new me yet,
I’m still learning how to hold her
without tearing her apart
and I still love the old you,
the one who looked at me
like I was enough
before everything changed
and I was left
trying to understand why
It’s a strange kind of grief
missing who you were
while standing
in front of who you’ve become
and worse
not knowing who I am
without you
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 10:02 PM UTC