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Bree17 Dec 2024
silenced, unheard
bite your tongue till you feel it bleed
you mustn't be heard, only seen
never truly believed
nor will your screams be freed
for that's what it means
to be one of a society
sometimes i hate being a women
but not because i don't want to be one
but because i'm scared
and i hate feeling scared
Bree17 Dec 2024
I don't think I'm real anymore
no one seems to see me
as I wander on, alone
my path undefined, my eyes blind
and maybe the problem isn't me
but who they want me to be
all I wanted was to be kind

I don't think they're real anymore
I never truly knew them
as they wandered on, tethered
Their path defined, their mind blind
and maybe the problem wasn't them
but the way we condemn
someone's worth to luck in which they find
When you open your mind and close off your eyes,
Can you see the universe or do you just go blind

If no one sees me, am I really there?
Bree17 Mar 4
Rain douses the melting snow - spring’s coming around
The air’s filled with sodded trees - crisp breezes run wild
Oh how lovely the warmth is - oh how delightful
New flowers sprout beneath us - waiting to be freed
Imayo
Bree17 Mar 7
I can feel the eyes, sense them watching
I cover my ears but still hear
So I watch myself closer
Hide away completely
Close my mind, emptied
Sit alone and
Wait till I
Can just
Break
Nonet
Bree17 Jan 8
I read a book
filled to the brim
with love between lovers
about how she saw him

he held her hand
and rubbed her back
then kissed her forehead
so gently
so sweetly

and i realized
no one will do that with me
willingly

i have too much acne
lol i was reading and this thought popped into my head
Bree17 Apr 4
I realized today
that the world never stopped moving
and now understand I truly am living
and I have been growing old
while pretending I don't even
exist.

today my father walked on over
calm as can be
while I busied up with the dishes
distracted by my thoughts

I didn't notice at first
what he was here for or what he was doing

so I felt cheated when I watched as he
pick up the elf on the shelf,
without me being granted time
to mentally prepare

he grabbed it by it's little arm,
his fingers touching it's magical flesh  
ever so casually, ever so calm.
as he rendered it's magic nonexistent.


I was always taught not to meddle
that it was almost a sin
to fiddle with an elf
and to ruin it's purity and ability


and obviously I knew the truth,
I open my mind years back.
I've known since the fifth grade,
when the kids there called me names
for believing in magic.

For being  
so
s t u p i d.

that's when I learned that age ruins all things good
and that imagination made you foolish.

but still,
****.
I guess my childhood really is dead now
and he knows it too.
I wrote it over Christmas but never posted it
Bree17 Feb 15
ive had enough
i lost my treasure
my shoulders crack
under boundless pressure

i lasted much longer
than i had expected
so there you go, world
take my life, defected

ive had enough
im far too tired
tonight's the end
of this endless pressure

one last scream
before i drown
i hope to god i might be
found, before its too late



one last breath
before air runs out
i wont hold it in,
instead I'll shout



one way or another
im finally
done
I wrote this right before my world cracked
Bree17 Jun 2024
I don't think I realized at first
That this would be it
The last time that you and I
Would see each other, eye to eye

And maybe I'm wrong
And someday we'll be face to face
But it won't be the same
As it was that day

And I don't think I understood
That the last time we'd meet
We'll have walked past each other
Without even a greet

We were strangers again
I was air and you were glass
Like we knew that we were here
But we couldn't see past

This invisible wall
That was made from our pain
Which will never fall
And will always remain

So I'll forever remember
The blank look in your eyes
And your face and you walk
Like it didn't bug you, that we didn't talk

Two souls once connected
Now so very far
As we walked past each other
Like the strangers we are
What do you think?
Bree17 Nov 2024
Sometimes I forget what I look like,
My face, my eyes, my nose.
I forget that I have a body,
Hidden beneath my baggy clothes.
I exist so peacefully,
When I don’t think about myself.
So I shun my own reflection,
And hang it high up on my shelf.

So don’t you tell me that I’m pretty.
Don’t look me in the eyes.
Nor glance at me too closely,
Or you’ll see past my disguise.
I’d exist ever so peacefully,
If I didn’t have a face.
Wish I could have my mind without this body,
It’s a massive waste of space.
Based it off the prompt: "Write a poem titled 'This side of my skin'"
What do you think?
Bree17 Dec 2024
I've been through worse
so much worse
and I survived
so I know I can now too

I can make it

but here's the thing,
its not one problem
or some huge thing
weighing me down

its the little things
the way I'm always alone
every time I see them happier without me
the way I don't sleep anymore
every mistake I make
the way I've given up on being clean
every person who leaves, one by one
the way I've lost all energy
every night I barely pull through
all of it

its wearing me down
little by little
it's drowning me

a small stream
slowly corroding my mind, body and soul
till I'm destroyed
a shell of who I once was
so utterly useless
that there's no point anymore

it's not that I cant survive
it's that I don't want to anymore
I really don't think anyone would notice or care
I'm literally so done
I don't even think this counts as a poem, I just literally have nowhere else to put this.
Bree17 Dec 2024
am I invisible?
am I vermin?
am I that gross?
am I truly such a burden?

I'm trying my hardest
to disappear, within my mind
because I know none of you
really want me here
I know it's true

can you see me?
do you hate me now?
are you disgusted by me?
does my presence now feel wrong?

I've stopped talking, afraid
I hold my tongue, I fade away
I don't belong, you know it too
you don't want me here
I know it's true

why do you ignore me?
how are you just done?
what did I do wrong?
why do you hate me now?
Bree17 Oct 2024
I see that you’re struggling inside
That you’ve been swept under the tide
But don’t you dare look down
Or you might just drown
Knowing you never tried
try hope life ihatelife :)
Bree17 Dec 2024
grief isn't sadness
grief isn't pain
grief isn't something
that words can explain

grief is an ocean
grief is a flood
grief is like having
your feet stuck in mud

yet grief is a stronghold
grief is a rope
grief holds onto you
when life's lost all hope

grief means it happened
grief shows it was here
grief is the proof
that love's never fair
if i don't feel grief will i feel anything
or will i just go numb

sometimes i feel like if i don't grieve
then it never hurt me
like it never even happened
so i hold onto the pain like a life line
while letting it pull me under,
drowning me
but at least i know for sure
it hurt
Bree17 Nov 2024
ouch my chest hurts
my head is spinning
all I can think
is what if this is it?

I don't understand.
this has happened before
I've lost you and found you
why does this bother me more

ouch my chests tight
my head is foggy
all I can think
is what if I never see you again
Bree17 Dec 2024
"I want to give up"
all I can think now is
to just let go
oh it sounds so nice
but
I know that I cannot stop
"keep going"
is what I told myself
"I must keep going"
I changed
sometime along the way
my mind shifted,
stopped
I
saw the world as it truly was
to learn how to manage, I
wanted to live
now read it backwards
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 ones 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 down 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 Nov 2024
My world is ablaze
The sky is on fire
I scream for you now,
Please help me, it’s dire
Yet your answer is clear
With no other way
The ending is near
And I know what you’ll say
“Relax, my dear daughter,
for it’s only a phase”
I understand that some things in life are fleeting and will pass, but that doesn't mean they aren't real in the moment. This relates to struggles as well, no matter how long of a period of time they are going to be there for. I think sometimes people's struggles/problems are overlooked because of something as simple as their age. Hearing that something you are battling is "just a phase" doesn't make it easier, but actually just belittles a person and invalidates their emotions. So instead, we should start treating our youth as the humans beings that they are.

The prompt for this was "Write a poem using the phrase: 'The world is on fire'”
Bree17 Dec 2024
It's always the same thing:

“Hold on”

To what?

“Distract yourself”

For how long?

“Keep going”

But why?

“It’ll get better”

When?

“People love you”

Yeah, but who exactly?

“You’re not alone”

Yes I am. Yes I freaking am. You don’t understand. I am alone, that’s the problem. Because when I go home and sit down in my room, I have nothing. Yes, we say "hi" when we see each other in the halls, but where are you when my phone goes silent? Where are any of you when I’m begging and pleading for help. Where were you? Not there. No, I had to help myself. Pull myself out of the dark hole I’ve been living in for years. I have to save myself time after time. By myself. Alone.

And maybe I’ve started pushing people away, but don’t you dare put this on me. Maybe I pulled away from everyone, but lets be honest, were you ever really there?

No, you weren't

I only pulled away after realizing I was already on my own, that I was just lying to myself. And honestly I'd rather be by myself, by myself, than surrounded by people who aren't even there.
is it self destruction if it was already broken?
all I did was be truthful
Bree17 Nov 2024
I used to thrive,
To laugh and love.
I’d wake up early,
With morning doves.

Everything matter, yet nothing ever did
I’d mess up, then laugh about it
Around you, all my worries hid
I was blissfully well-off

Now I survive
I smile and nod
Sleep as the sun rises
And wake feeling odd,

Nothing matters, yet everything now does
I mess up, then shut down
Without you, my worries always buzz
I’m consciously deprived

I no longer strive
My eyes now fixed low
Please world, forget me
Just let me go.
Wrote a poem with the title “world forget me” as a prompt.
you
Bree17 Jan 8
you
i think i fall for blue eyes
gullibly to them alone
stripped clean from my disguise
a weakness i cannot atone

eyes like rain and morning blues
like ocean tides and stormy skies
i think i fall
for blue stained lies

there's something so appealing
about just

drowning


because if i were to drown for you
with you
i like i'd finally
live
realized every person who ive trusted with everything and lost had blue eyes

strange

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