#replaceable
Come in late
You’ve already been replaced
Talk to your friends
Then get ignored
Walk to lunch
And sit all alone
Everybody thinks they’re in the right
Decided it’s the best
To leave you behind
They’ll forget you
Upon chaotic crowds and lines
Nobody notices you
Just wasting your time
Are you really my friend?
You don’t have to pretend.
I can leave
And never talk again
Feeling like an extra
Not needed here
What is my purpose?
My existence isn’t clear
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
I’m too much.
I’ve heard it in every sigh,
seen it in every glance that lingers just a second too long—
the weight of me suffocating the space between us.
I ask for too much,
but it never feels like it.
I don’t ask for the world,
just the bare minimum:
A little attention. A little care.
A little proof that I matter.
But somehow, even that’s too heavy.
Too big. Too loud.
I’ve learned to bite my tongue,
to shrink myself down to something easier to swallow.
Soft-spoken. Simple. Small.
An echo of who I was,
because maybe then,
I’ll be easier to love.
Spoiler alert: I’m not.
I’m always too needy,
too messy,
too complicated.
The kind of person you put up with,
but never choose.
The kind of person you forget as soon as the door closes.
I feel it every time I reach out,
fingers trembling in the dark,
hoping someone will hold on—
only to find the emptiness waiting for me again.
I want to scream,
“I don’t want much!”
Just to feel seen.
Just to not be forgotten.
Just to be the kind of person who matters to someone—
even for a little while.
But I’ve learned how this goes.
I ask,
and I become too much.
I stay quiet,
and I become invisible.
Caught somewhere between being too heavy to carry
and too easy to leave behind.
So, I sit with the weight of it.
The loneliness.
The ache that tells me I’ve always been replaceable.
A body that takes up space
but never quite fits anywhere.
And the worst part?
I still keep hoping.
Still keep waiting for someone to see me
and not run.
Even though I know they will.
They always do.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
Is life worth living
When all you do is give,
Pouring out your soul
Into an unrelenting hole?
Each sacrifice exacts its toll,
Consuming any self-control,
They take without any remorse,
Draining your spirit's inner source.
In corporate rooms of cold design,
Where profit trumps the human line,
You stand amongst the beaten downs,
With silent ones who wear their frowns.
Your body bends, your mind breaks,
Yet blame becomes the final stake.
Pointing fingers, casting shame
As struggles grow and you're to blame.
So tell me now, amid this strife:
Are you truly blessed in this life?
Or just a cog within the wheel,
Where giving is the only deal?
©️Lizzie Bevis
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 8:42 PM UTC
You watch his tired eyes and matted hair
A paper coffee cup, an unfinished poem
He is inside the trappings of a panoply
Twitching a calloused finger towards discomposure
Watching as what is not there makes itself ever more present
Staring as moth wings of yearning marry the air
Letters scarce and doubt plentiful
Despondence is the new norm
The next day his seat is empty
A stranger takes his place
You watch her tired eyes and matted hair
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 9:18 PM UTC
Hammered the last
Nail in my coffin
From the inside sticking out
For some unfortunate
Future soles' finding
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC
I'm trying this new thing
wherein I take something ugly,
and turn it into something
I find beautiful.
Like the concept of myself
being replaceable and dispensable
in someone else's life,
in this very moment in time.
I choose to interpet it
as me being a signpost, a direction
to the one true place that someone else
is destined to be.
Like tangent lines,
meeting once,
in a certain finite point
in the infinite board,
and to never meet again.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
I sometimes wonder if you'd invite me to your wedding.
And if not why?
Would it be to spare my ghostly heart the pain?
Or to spare your rotted one the guilt?
If you did, I wonder if your blessed bride would see my fake smile covering up the snarls of my jealous rage.
Or if to her, I would simply be as insignificant as you make me feel...
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
It suddenly dawns on me
In the darkness
That I'm not convinced
You actually care about me at all
And if I forgot to stamp the footprint of me
Constantly
In your mind
You'd let the snow build
And it would be like I'd never been there
At all
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
I know things aren't easy
That shouldn't always be an excuse
Am I wrong
For wanting you to be here for me
Am I wrong for wanting more from you
I feel so alone
You're not always here
I try to be
More often than not I am
Am I a toy?
Sometimes I feel like one
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
I gave you worth in my life,
while you thought of me
as a free item.
I was valueless,
and easily replaceable
by the next warm body
that entered the room.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
I want someone to need me
Or at least want me
To feel my presence
To turn to me for help
To cry on my shoulder
To ask to spend time with me
As much as I ask them
Because right now
I just feel like the unwanted friend
The one who no one really wants around
But politely puts up with
I'm the replaceable teammate
Who has useful skills
But my space could easily be filled
By a thousand other people
Everywhere I go
I am either unneeded
Unwanted, or replaceable
I am merely a spare person
Who people forgot
The moment I am beyond sight
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
THE FEAR OF NORMALITY
THE FEAR OF APATHY
THE FEAR OF ORDINARY
THE FEAR OF BORING
THE FEAR OF REPLACEABLE
THE FEAR OF SAMENESS
THE FEAR OF CLICHE
THE FEAR OF BANALITY
THE FEAR OF COMMON
THE FEAR OF DULL
THE FEAR OF SHALLOWNESS
THE FEAR OF TRITENESS
THE FEAR OF VAPID
THE FEAR OF UNORIGINAL
THE FEAR OF INSIPID
THE FEAR OF PRETENTIOUS
THE FEAR IN UNINSPIRING
THE FEAR OF TRIVIAL
THE FEAR OF AVERAGE
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
Maybe I saw right through those victimized eyes, and saw only what I wanted to see, a future.
I looked atop peaks and down in valleys to find the kind of girl I was searching for, only to find you.
I think we made both the pain of the past fade away, for a night.
now it's back to our ways on our separate islands, Anyone can Visit, but no one can stay.
I don't bother telling this to your face, rejection blows.
who cares that in one night I bonded with a person's mind and body, not just *** for hire.
Maybe we will just let go before we even held on.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
She's Tired...
of the broken promises,
and of the broken dreams,
She's tired.
of being unappreciated,
taken for granted and hurt.
of lies rolling off your tongue,
and of the swelling tears,
she'd learn to hide.
She's tired of feeling replaceable,
disappointed and undesired,
of broken hearts,
--broken trust,
and of the emptiness she feels.
She's tired,
of being yours,
when you do not know how to love her.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
The feeling of being replaceable is easily one of the ********* feelings in the world
You feel like your presence doesn't make an impact enough on a person that you can be so easily thrown out and replaced by a better person
You feel like if you leave you won't even leave a void and space where you once were
Maybe just a mark, a minimal trace but before they can feel that you're gone, someone new slips in
It's like trying to prove your worth and make someone realize how important you are so you keep a distance
But instead of longing for you, they replace you
I'm not some object you got at the store that you can replace when you're tired of me
I don't have a warranty, I have feelings
I don't want to be the girl who can easily slip through your fingers
Scratch that, I DO want to be the girl who can easily slip through your fingers but you choose to keep your fingers tightly packed because you know if you lose me you can't find another me among the 7 billion people in the world
I want you to know my worth
I know I have troubles seeing that myself
But I hope you see the light that shines through the cracks on my skin when I'm too sick of myself to look in the mirror
I hope you see the little hidden things and quirks of mine that I'm too blind to see
I hope you realize that no matter how many girls you talk to, time after time,
None of them can ever
Or will ever
Replace me
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
You aimed arrows at me,
tore my flesh in to pieces,
and threw me out to be the feast of the night,
but i survived,
i was 9,
i loved you,
but you were so mean, i couldnt even say the word 'dad'.
But now that i am nearly 18,
i have discovered how much an evil man can be easily replaced
by a forgiving heart
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
I hate it when this happens
You break and I get blamed
Your shattered pieces lay on the floor
I don't care
I just kick those pieces
You're nothing to me
Chill, I'm not that heartless, its just a cup
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Today i found out that you met somebody else.
I thought i was over you,
I stopped crying at night
Letting the black tears stain my sheets
My chest never ached for you anymore
I never felt like i couldn't breathe
Like all the air was slowly suffocating me
I didn't hear your voice in my head anymore
You'd just became a memory that every once in a while id play back the record i saved of our love.
Instead of breaking down every time i saw your face,
It brought me happiness.
Today i found out that i am replaceable by someone else.
someone better.
It hit me like a bullet to the heart
Thrown against the wall as if a wave brought me out to sea and started to drown me.
As the water filled my lungs
I heard your voice again,
But now its muffled by the water I'm submerged in.
I saw your face for just one second
And then the ocean swallowed me.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Loneliness is craving love from a person you know isn't right for you because nobody else is around.
It's wondering what it feels like to feel at home and secure in someone else's arms, and if that feeling can truly really exists forever.
It's choosing men with darkened lives because their dependency brings you a selfish feeling of permanence and safety.
It's a gut wrenching and sick feeling seeping into your bones when you are held with pure and genuine tenderness because you can taste the closeness of your expiration more than sweetness in the moment.
It's keeping the weak and fearful girl locked and imprisoned within the core of your heart, thinking that it is the only way to exude perfection, while only further losing yourself in the process.
It's missing out on yet another chance of revealing your wounds, and letting someone truly sit beside you and accept you, because you took too long, and no one waits forever.
It's allowing for others to take advantage and treat you poorly, because your self worth runs shallow.
It's asking suitor after suitor what trait it is within you that they find most endearing, and the response is always superficial, making you disappointingly wonder why no one can see what is in your heart and mind
It's dwindling further and further away from God unintentionally and missing the serenity and peace He once brought to your soul.
It's gazing into the eyes of your unborn child and wondering what that moment of motherhood will feel like -when you're looked at innocently for protection and unconditional endless love
It's realizing that whoever my life long companion will be, will not be the one who is responsible for filling these gaps
It's wondering how I am going to win this battle against myself in a cold and lonely world to feel like a stronger and confident women deserving of the beauty and sweetness life has to offer.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
The problem is I do like him.
I certainly hate him
But I also like him.
I like the way he capitalizes the beginnings of his sentences over text, I like the cute little crinkles that appear in his forehead when he smiles
The coy way he responds to flirtation with something like "Oh really now?"
I like how he calls things "sweet", the way he says "aww" I even f!cking like his annoying as hell overuse of the phrase "haha" when he texts which ****** me off,
I like how he is the only teenaged boy I know who says something is "quite" fun and how he uses the word "lovely" to describe things because no one uses that word anymore and more people should.
I like how he has an immense love for Spiderman,
How he has all these aspirations of travelling all over in the future
I like how he wants to live in England one day, I like that he is into cooking and drinks coffee and hot chocolate and how his favorite book is "Looking for Alaska" and how he's read everyone of John Green's books and how he wants to be a writer one day.
I just remember the dumbest little things that I still like about him
For instance how he likes Neil Gaiman and loud screamy music even though I hate that stuff, how he is the only one in his fractured family who doesn't speak French but his older sister and mother do. He has a dog named Charlie and when he was a kid he always spelled "subtle" wrong. I just don't know *** is wrong with me I should have known better. I should hate him for half this stuff and all the rest of the reasons I have to loathe him but it's hard to forget those little details about him. I just hate feeling like a broken lock. A lock of dark secrets and completely irrepairable. Though it's not the fact that Im irrepairable that bothers me as much as feeling so... replaceable. Idk. Maybe I need to go out with someone to get him out of my head.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
it won't be too hard
to find another
you,
but I could do better--
i just need an upgrade,
a phone that will take pictures
of my new lover,
a popped button off his collar, easily fixed
and the temporary kindness
i could find in a more genuine soul.
so yes, you're replaceable.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
World around me:
Produce, slave. Move!
Eat.
Sleep.
Produce.
Prognosis – fatal.
Me:
Wow, coffee heals all wounds.
What a beautiful day ahead.
What impressive words I'll have said.
What will they think of me when I'm dead?
World around me:
Remember,
You are replaceable.
You are a cog.
The machine is God.
Me:
What about a drive,
A good read,
A pipe on the porch and a walk?
*I rely on an empty countenance,
A guise to hide the storm behind my eyes.
The world needs a smile and a hammer.
I thrive on words.
I survive on heart.*
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC