Bree17

Dec 2024

IrieSide

Miniscule

Hurt is a reminder
that love is
required

Note to self.

Dec 2024

Cassian

Hey there

Hey there, sweet stranger

I see the way you hide

Bottling everything up inside

I read your words over and over

Knowing you're just on the verge

Of finally breaking apart

So let me protect your heart

I see you, sweet stranger

And all your works of art

I feel your pain deep inside

You never need to hide

Not from me

Dec 2024

Antonyme

Untitled

the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do

Bree17 Dec 2024

again? seriously?

there's bile in my throat
and a burning in my eyes
my chest is constricting
I feel as though I may die

I can't breath
my lungs are breaking
the world is blurry
my hands are quaking

there's this numbness now
it followed suit
so I know a panic attack
is painfully acute

the way I physically can't handle this
and yet I have no choice

Bree17 Dec 2024

my ragged war cry

what is the point in being alive
if all I want is to die?
is happiness just a lie?
why can't children ask why?
is my purpose here to die,
and if so, why should I try?
and if all I want to do is lie
under the stars here tonight
and watch my life pass by
as my tears begin to dry.
Then could I just
bide the world
one final
goodbye.

is it a tragedy if no one will care?
did it truly happen if no one was there?
you'll never learn to fly if you never learn to dare
just don't be blinded by the glare