there was a boy
who was nothing but ink
he would speak
and words would

f
            a
l
            l

out from his mouth
words that nobody wanted to hear
because he said too much
people don't want to know him
anymore

I have a bad feeling that I'll never be on here again.
My parents might figure out how im on here.
or not.
maybe ill end up running away.
maybe not.
maybe ill move out at 16.
maybe not.
But somehow, i will evenutally disappear.
I hope someone remembers me..
But if no one does, thats ok too.
Im forgettable....

Wednesday, 22nd January, 2025                                                     Entry 3

Praise

The thing we all seek,

The thing that keeps us going,

The thing that takes over your self esteem.

Well, it may not be the thing that you want.
Deep down you know this.
But you will live in regret if you don't please them.
You make them happy,
Do what they want.
Because you need someone to fill your life with love.
Even if it's not real.

Praise
A fuzzy little feeling

Fills you with warmth

You spend it on someone who means oh so much

And hope for one day to feel the unconditional love
You give up your life happy with a smile,

To make sure it lasts until tomorrow

Praise


Its there when you need it

There for the taking

And we all want to feel

Like we are wanted

Praise

it makes your life worth just a little bit more.

Sincerely,
                  W.W

you're being irrational
you aren't being bullied
your parents are loving and caring... for the most part
you have lots of friends
you're "normal"
you're pretty
and you're privileged
and you have a lot
your friends have it way worse
you're overreacting

i let him read my poetry
as he flipped through the pages,
i hoped
he wouldn't recognize
the ones i wrote about him

out of anger,
out of rage
split the skin
in my thigh
the cut will represent the pain
that i can't bear to keep inside.

i don't like myself
at all
i hate my body

i hate the was my stomach sticks out
when i sit
i hate the way my feminine structure looks
while wearing normal ****
i hate the way the skin
on my thighs sag
i hate the way i cover my body
with everything
anything i can find
because i'm not okay
i hate my body

i'm breathing fast
i'm seeing the past
things i don't want to remember
hit me like a blast

anxiety rising
breath denying
i'm hearing their words
i feel like i'm dying

their words hit me like a stab
i crunch like a crab
that they stepped on
i feel a jab

words bleed out of my chest
as i remember what i don't want to
i'm not ready
wait... just let me

try
to
forget