#rawfeelings - Hello Poetry

I fall in the middle of the red flowers, As I fell, The petals jumped through the air, Scattered. The Red dress, The Red hair, They all sync with the flowers Blood, I can't see anything A white space, that's it.

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC

faith-8

The Lady in Red.

I fall in the middle of the red flowers, As I fell, The petals jumped through the air, Scattered. The Red dress, The Red hair, They all sync with the flowers Blood, I can't see anything A white space, that's it.

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I tell myself I’m strong, a fortress built from words, “Leave him behind, move on,” I chant, a prayer to numb the hurt. But then I see his face, and the walls crumble, memories crawl through the cracks, each one a shadow I cannot shake. I say I don’t feel, I wear the mask of indifference, but inside, the ache whispers, “Remember. You remember everything.” I lie to myself for safety, pretending pain is a stranger, yet it lingers in the corners, soft and sharp, a ghost I cannot exorcise. I am strong, yes, but strength is not absence of hurt it is carrying it quietly, alone, and still choosing to live.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC

Asuka

A Face I Cannot Bear

I tell myself I’m strong, a fortress built from words, “Leave him behind, move on,” I chant, a prayer to numb the hurt. But then I see his face, and the walls crumble, memories crawl through the cracks, each one a shadow I cannot shake. I say I don’t feel, I wear the mask of indifference, but inside, the ache whispers, “Remember. You remember everything.” I lie to myself for safety, pretending pain is a stranger, yet it lingers in the corners, soft and sharp, a ghost I cannot exorcise. I am strong, yes, but strength is not absence of hurt it is carrying it quietly, alone, and still choosing to live.

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People only celebrate what they see, But here something bleeds unseen. Had they ever guessed Which hurts more Having depression, or feeling depressed? Caged in a body, I learned to hate because of somebody. Here, windows are like hollow eyes; Pain is all it allows me to swallow. So tired in the throat, it burns like fire. I hate humans ,they are cold, they are liars. Cheap tears fill my eyes, So many headaches I cannot compromise. Too tired to cry, my eyes are numb, my throat dry. I wish to leave at the end of spring, When all the little butterflies Fly unnoticed with broken wings. It’s lonely, so lonely that I cannot write. I cannot compare. It’s blurry, like the problem with my eyesight. I was forced to write with a smile, Forced not to cry. But the tears never dried. I do not wish to heal This world is not real. The wound—bloody, scarred, deep— Cannot be thrown away, So I keep it in my home, buried too deep.

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Feb 10

Feb 10, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC

Thesilentobserver

Unseen Wounds

People only celebrate what they see, But here something bleeds unseen. Had they ever guessed Which hurts more Having depression, or feeling depressed? Caged in a body, I learned to hate because of somebody. Here, windows are like hollow eyes; Pain is all it allows me to swallow. So tired in the throat, it burns like fire. I hate humans ,they are cold, they are liars. Cheap tears fill my eyes, So many headaches I cannot compromise. Too tired to cry, my eyes are numb, my throat dry. I wish to leave at the end of spring, When all the little butterflies Fly unnoticed with broken wings. It’s lonely, so lonely that I cannot write. I cannot compare. It’s blurry, like the problem with my eyesight. I was forced to write with a smile, Forced not to cry. But the tears never dried. I do not wish to heal This world is not real. The wound—bloody, scarred, deep— Cannot be thrown away, So I keep it in my home, buried too deep.

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I burn and I burn and burn. Everyone loves it when I burn for them. They enjoy the warmth I give. I burn and I burn, yet no one burns for me. Why keep burning then? The answer is simple: I don’t know how else to love. I burn and I burn until I can’t anymore.

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Jun 30, 2025

Jun 30, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC

abyss

Burn

I burn and I burn and burn. Everyone loves it when I burn for them. They enjoy the warmth I give. I burn and I burn, yet no one burns for me. Why keep burning then? The answer is simple: I don’t know how else to love. I burn and I burn until I can’t anymore.

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