I’ve been writing novels and poems since I came out of the womb. It’s a gift. When I get traumatized, depressed, or anxious, expect lots of poetry and writing :).
I’ve been writing novels and poems since I came out of the womb. It’s a gift. When I get traumatized, depressed, or anxious, expect lots of poetry and writing :).
i had a dream we stared at the stars as you held me dearly in your arms
my heart beat and twisted because that was where i was meant to be
it was perfect until i woke up and my eyes overflowed with the sea
because its been months and youre over me
i remember idolizing the dreams as our future one day
no matter if you were too scared to come out as gay
we were going to lay in flower fields in...
i used to dream
id assume her position at my middle school
id make a positive difference in the lives of kids
just like she did to me and so many others
but the thing is
i dont want to
be in the same building that kept me alive in my darkest days?
walk the halls i grew up in?
the ones i first admitted i didnt want to be alive in?
the ones where i told her i cut myself the night before?
th...
it feels embarrassing to exist
im embarrassed to be walking around in my ugly face acting like im normal
like maybe i look okay
i dont
i look so bad
everyone’s clear skin reflects on the red scabs of my picked and oily skin
everyones clothing style and body shape is towered over by my odd curves and weird, ugly style
my body does the clothes no justice and vice versa
it’s embarrassing to b...
i dont understand
sometimes i feel fat and ugly
i look in the mirror and my face is so disgusting i can’t be around others
other times i think maybe im pretty
maybe i have nice eyebrows
maybe my eyes are a pretty green
maybe my large teeth match my face
or maybe theyre yellow
maybe my eyebrows are unkempt
maybe my eyes are plain
maybe im hideous...
i have a deep desire to be a good person
to imrove someones life
the world
save someones life
i feel guilty if i scroll past the video of a dyind pet begging for money to fund life-saving surgery
i dont regret it when i give all my cash to the people on the street who need it more than me
i wish that i picked up every piece of trash i saw on my walks
i didnt. i should have
every time i thi...
“what are you doing?” joy exclaims in concern, throwing herself over the control board. her hair was messy as she just woke up.
no one else was awake, except of course for fear and pain. pain is one you may not know. the color is black.
fear and pain’s eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, manning the board. they didn’t need to, but the couldnt stop.
it was a disease.
the sound of a t...
This morning I thought you were okay. I peeked in your class to see you.
Your responses to my messages were rude. Dry. Unkind.
You called me lame for not having something I may very well not be able to afford.
I asked a simple fucking question. Fucking simple. Trying to relate to you.
What did you do? Be rude. A bit demeaning. Curt.
Why? I know you have similair emotions to me and we both hav...