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Bree17 Jan 2
whispers whispers
through the hall
who's the most broken
of them all..?

the people who are known
for things they've done
or those without a voice
who think they don't deserve one

liars liars
through the hall
who's the fakest
of them all..?

the girls with crosses
but snakes for tongues
or the "naughty" kids
who grew up too young

judgers judgers
through the hall
who's the loneliest
of them all..?

the one's who laugh
at what is real
or the real one's left
with wounds to heal

whispers whispers
through the hall
our own cruel habits
will be our inevitable fall
...and yet I can't help but feel we could've prevented it

had writers block for a week ish and it's killing me
what do i name this i can't think of anything
Bree17 Dec 2024
clinking and clacking
bickering and talking
i can hear them from the other room
laughter and voices
conversing and observing
i can hear them from the other room
suffocating and drowning
exhausted and done
they cant hear me from the other room
silent and void
still and unmoving
they cant hear me from the other room
Bree17 Dec 2024
I think I'd give
the moon and the stars
to not have to watch you
from so very far


i see you talk to others
and its like
it physically
hurts
and I know
I know that's ridiculous


it's not the burning hot jealously
the one thats makes you
so mad you want to
scream
its more of an envy
because I'm not mad
I'm just really really miserable


so when I see others just
casually talking to you
making you laugh
i feel a weird longing
that just pulls me down


there's this strange thought
that just keeps on
popping into my head
saying that I could love you
better than anyone else can
because I know what its like
to lose my soul to you
and maybe im just self-absorbed
but i could almost swear that no one
will ever see what i see in you
been in drafts for a while. each chunk is a separate thought i wish i could tell them
ran out of inspiration so i pulling things from drafts
Bree17 Dec 2024
enclosed, secluded
the world disappears
my mind drifts away
sounds muffled, covered
headphones on

eyes down


safe
only way im getting through tonight
Bree17 Dec 2024
the ceiling,
caving
the walls,
shrinking

i swear

its like


im



stuck
lost all motivation again
i hate christmas
  Dec 2024 Bree17
Abbott J Hardison
Wait is  the   space    between     us      growing       ?
Good morning everybody! I'm feeling jolly today so here's a "happy holidays! <3
  Dec 2024 Bree17
dead poet
mind commits a crime:
renders the body unsafe;
the soul bears witness.
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