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#upset
Stretched, torn, hauled Churned inside out, Bound in knots With no way out "Push on, move on Get on with it! Pick yourself up, Just deal with it" I wake, surface Slump out of bed Dazed in shower, Wish I was dead "Shut up, think straight Sort out your head! You're crazy, nutcase; Hear what I said?!" Yes Sir, though Sir My bags are full, I Truly believe It's best for all I can't go on, Bereft, forlorn Can't heave myself My bones are worn "Why act so bruised?!" How can't you know, Life struck me with The penultimate blow If it were simple, I'd escape this place But my son, you see Is my saving grace.
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May 25
May 25, 2026 at 5:55 PM UTC
The Penultimate Blow
I cannot stop Being angry at you Just as I cannot stop Being in love with you
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
Stop
i keep thinking... if i could just get on a bus any bus the motion would fix me but even the roads look tired of carrying people like me.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
the roads are tired too
I’ve filled myself up With anger and bile Irritated, impatient Another tired child I let my voice rise My heart skips its beats My breath comes in sighs My eyes twitch and tweak I know that I need To rest, ease, and still But until I can My tone will be shrill
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 9:00 AM UTC
Filled up
I sit and wait Hoping someday You find your way Back to me Long days I sit alone Wondering was it me Or someone unknown Sat beside the tree You said you loved me Your hand in mine Felt like home to me The wind moves softly Through empty air Carrying whispers Of when you were there Leaves fall slowly Just like before But now they land On memories I adore I trace your name Into the bark Hoping somehow You’ll see the mark Was it my silence Or words I said That pushed your heart Somewhere instead Seasons keep changing Yet I remain Holding onto love And quiet pain
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
The tree
I don't know what I expected All that anger I've collected Every second I neglected That that **** should've been dealt with Should've seen that that was selfish Animosity replenished Watch all my good will diminish All relationships have limits And I test until I bend them Now who do I ask forgiveness Who would want this from a friendship Callous venom and resentment Undermining every minute Relentlessly pessimistic Meteoric mental menace Asking if we're finally finished
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Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
Meteoric Mental Menace
Why do you make goals? Such meaningless motions to live, It’s so unnecessary, impractical, When you won’t hold it up When you don’t mean it Why do you get pressed? Why do they get mad? When you refuse I don’t care for such motions, Such worthless goals, When I know what I need, want, They get pressed, upset, Such worthless, meaningless, Stupid motions… I hate them, when they antagonize, Question, and accuse, So hatful and rude, They don’t mind their business, I don’t aim for goals Why won’t they stay backed down? Back in their own lane, Life would be easier, practical, Simple, I loathe them, I loathe their motions.
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Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
Goals(None)
the thoughts they just keep on racing, like they're all competing -- winner gets the reward of tears flowing. emotions non-stop. no runner ups. and they wont stop. why wont they stop?
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Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC
make it stop
this feeling of upset, frustrated, sad, misunderstood, mad -- just makes me want to rip my hair out of my head and punch something. knowing i full well do not have the strength to do either. i would break my knuckles punching something, and hurt my hands trying to pull all my hair out. im too weak. that's what this was all about anyway, im mad because im weak, im sad because im too quiet, im frustrated because no one hears me! no one truly understands my brain and that will never change no matter what i do. no one but me is in here. i feel things loudly, and it feels like im being swallowed by multiple intense feelings all at once. and it's just too much, for one girl. one brain. one heart. one voice. it makes me want to yank my hair out and punch something until my knuckles are red and ******
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC
loudly
Darkness, is the lack of light where nothing is bright the black of a moonless night deepest depth of the greatest sea where the day is out of sight Darkness is a pressured mind where life and people are all unkind where your crying heart constantly pined and depression weighs down to render you fatally blind Give it time without a sign sun will shine the blackness will be forgotton, for a while you'll be fine
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
Dark and Light
im not even mad anymore -- im just just tired of your antics. you twisted things so well that i actually started to believe that i was the villain in my own story. you were loud, but somehow, im the one that they stopped listening to. it's funny how that works, huh? i wont send this. because you would more than likely -- just turn it into another reason to prove me wrong. but honestly, youre not worth my voice anymore.
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Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 12:11 AM UTC
NOT WORTH MY VOICE
I wish I could, open up my brain sometimes, Show everyone what it’s like, they all would say, “Sure it’s a normal brain, everyone’s the same” Nah it really isn’t you see, because there is something different with mine, I’d show it to you if you have time? I might “look” okay but, my brain races, I might say that I am okay, but within moments, My brain creates scenario's for a million different things, that dont even exist, If only you could see it, some days, it’s repaired, Next, it’s beyond. I don’t know what to do how the **** am I suppose to respond? Some days I feel everything, Others I feel numb, On top of that, A voice, Saying, Dumb, dumb, dumb.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
Brain
My dreams of a warm snow day were thwarted by nature's other plans. On my way to work, my car slid down the same Wayne mountain which had imbued me with dreams of peace for today. The unkempt roads, covered in the slush of snow crushed by other poor souls trudging their way to work. Jobs who could care less about employees safety paved the way for my mood to reach the tipping point it's at. 2 minutes late to punch and my boss says it's my fault for not planning properly. Little did she know I had planned on them caring about me more than they apparently do. --- On my way to work Ice plots my likely demise God plots otherwise ---
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
Ugh
Cry Cry Cry See if I care. I’m so numb now All I can do is stare. Stare at your face, Cold and upset. Why so upset? Why Why Why
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
Cry
My pillow is my silent guide, A therapist where fears confide. In moments when my heart's on fire, I scream into its cotton spire. It muffles all my ragged cries, Absorbing every tear that dries. A sanctuary soft and near, It holds my pain, my darkest fear. No judgment in its tender folds, Just comfort that it gently holds. When life is more than I can bear, My pillow’s always waiting there. A witness to my sleepless nights, It knows my lows, it feels my heights. In muffled screams, in quiet weep, My pillow grants me peaceful sleep.
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 5:19 PM UTC
My Pillow
sometimes i want to open up to you. slice through my bruising flesh, to reveal to you what words could never say. i trust you like that. to see how my ribs cage fragments of a broken heart, and how my lungs are black from second hand smoke. i want you to dig in, and pull out all the things i’ve always questioned. til the only thing left is a hollowed out hole. maybe that way i can really feel nothing, instead of saying i don’t to avoid the conversation. i want you to drain me of my blood. like the vampires in movies i watched as a child. so i don’t have to feel it pumping through my veins, every time i feel the urge to open myself up and search deep, deep, deep, for a reason to feel nothing instead of feeling everything all at once
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Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
Insides
My old friend, A famous song and I love to be in the dark of a near silent wood, Especially with good company Of worthy friends, But the darkness referred to in the song is nobody's friend, The darkness of the soul when life goes south, When illness strikes or hearts are broken Then darkness comes To **** out life and joy And happiness, I am in that darkness now But I refuse to submit, I will NOT sit blinded By my sadness and That which is inflicted, I shall live my grief And outlast it until such time As love returns and the sun rises On a new day Or a returning love One way or another my heart will sing again I shall prevail
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Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 4:41 AM UTC
Hello darkness
Can you feel it? Can you feel the heat? Can you feel the pressure in the atmosphere? Or is that just me? When did the calm disappear and my palms get sweaty? **** I'm unsteady on my feet. I've been flipped like a light switch. Cool and collected I am no more. The words I pitch to you are already formed without thought and will hit you full force. Maybe I could've waited? But anger's never procrastinated. It's instant and ferocious. I know this, you know this, we all know this. But it doesn't help knowing in these briefest of moments. A flash and its done, nobodys won. Just two broken people with regrets of whats happened with a loved one. What a shameful and painful time to be alive. It almost hardens the heart, It takes its toll on the inside. It's something we can't plan for We can only realise after the fact and apologise. Even if the wound is still sore. I'm sorry. In that moment my mind was blinded. Can you forgive me for that moment of unkindness?
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
Post Not Giving a ****
Don't be upset with the rose thorns are meant to be close!
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Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 10:50 PM UTC
Rose and Thorn
i need to get some stuff off my chest my cousin doesn’t like me anymore i’m at a family gathering right now; a birthday party i love talking to my aunts and my grandma they include me in conversations and make me feel worth their while maybe it’s a me problem that i changed and i’m average and painful to be around it could most definitely be that and i wish i could stop obsessing over speaking but quarantine ******* me over and left me with repulsive social anxiety someone’s laughing and the shaven dog is barking my ears can’t handle this the dog hates me, she doesn’t let me pet her and i just wish i had a dog as a companion, but my parents don’t want that responsibility even though it would be all mine i need a dog, i need a friend who’s always present, there for me no one ever is no one knows what gathers inside my brain throughout the day that forces me to write or i would literally burst. now my cousin said goodbye to her favorite aunt and uncle and her young cousins who are perfectly skinny and basic and **** perfect i’m miserable now it’s not like it used to be her cousin looks like a model where’s my glow up? i just look so terribly ugly that it hurts me so badly even twelve year olds look like models and they make me so terrifically insecure it’s infuriating how unfair some things are especially genetics and body dysmorphia i need some boy who’ll soothe this mental state i have been swallowed up in without my consent my incompetent brain has never heard the word ‘no’ before, apparently i’m sick to my stomach thinking about everything and how everything used to be and how everyone is changing and how much i want to die killing me would be doing me a huge favor at this point why do people always have to make me insecure with their toned bodies and gorgeous faces? i am convinced that something is eternally wrong with me but i’ll stop making you mad by saying i hate myself cause now it’s basically redundant but one last time 
for good measures i hate myself and i’ll never be an asset to society goodbye, the only thing that loves me for who i am is my writing
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Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
huge rant about everything that is wrong
i need to get some stuff off my chest my cousin doesn’t like me anymore i’m at a family gathering right now; a birthday party i love talking to my aunts and my grandma they include me in conversations and make me feel worth their while maybe it’s a me problem that i changed and i’m average and painful to be around it could most definitely be that and i wish i could stop obsessing over speaking but quarantine ******* me over and left me with repulsive social anxiety someone’s laughing and the shaven dog is barking my ears can’t handle this the dog hates me, she doesn’t let me pet her and i just wish i had a dog as a companion, but my parents don’t want that responsibility even though it would be all mine i need a dog, i need a friend who’s always present, there for me no one ever is no one knows what gathers inside my brain throughout the day that forces me to write or i would literally burst. now my cousin said goodbye to her favorite aunt and uncle and her young cousins who are perfectly skinny and basic and **** perfect i’m miserable now it’s not like it used to be her cousin looks like a model where’s my glow up? i just look so terribly ugly that it hurts me so badly even twelve year olds look like models and they make me so terrifically insecure it’s infuriating how unfair some things are especially genetics and body dysmorphia i need some boy who’ll soothe this mental state i have been swallowed up in without my consent my incompetent brain has never heard the word ‘no’ before, apparently i’m sick to my stomach thinking about everything and how everything used to be and how everyone is changing and how much i want to die killing me would be doing me a huge favor at this point why do people always have to make me insecure with their toned bodies and gorgeous faces? i am convinced that something is eternally wrong with me but i’ll stop making you mad by saying i hate myself cause now it’s basically redundant but one last time 
for good measures i hate myself and i’ll never be an asset to society goodbye, the only thing that loves me for who i am is my writing
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a piece of my heart will always belong to him, no matter what. I am not bitter. I am not upset. He loved me the way he knew how to love, and isnt that beautiful?
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Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
the way he loved me
People call me talented… But if only the art from my hands could Play violin instead of reliving sad memories and Holding my breath in While the words try and Try to create something That makes more sense than Someone with delicate hands Playing a violin
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Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 8:17 PM UTC
I’m no Musician