Writing Prompt

It feels like everones talking about me

isolating me

shutting me out

It feels like no one cares

Leaves me to die

to fend for my own

It feels like people turn a blind eye

scoff in my face

spit at my feet

It feels like no one wants to be my friend

like no one wants to listen

or have fun anymore

Hey but at least now

I know

How to be alone

I know how to sit in silence

I know how to make friend...

Do you know the feeling of being pitied?

Do you know the feeling of being left behind?

Do you know the feeling of hearing whispers?

Do you know the feeling of searching eyes?

They say they know us

They say they hate us

They say that we’re weird

They say that they wish we died

Sure, I have mental problems

And that makes me different

But who are you to judge

Just because I’m not on the mean?

Yo...

**_The me I dreamt of becoming is an old friend…

The me I’m becoming, I’m less familiar with…_**...

I get so weirdly obsessed over certain things

That trap me in my mind like Rapunzel’s tower

Constantly overthinking and stressing, it stings

Letting myself get anxious over everything hour after hour

And just being stuck at home, doing pnothing and being bored

Scared of failing, disappointing, and that bad things will occur

Thinking I will be resented, instead of adored

I know I am not really tha...

My overthinking,

Has me sinking.

Into this deep mire,

Sullying my own ire.

Creating slights,

My hurt hitting new hights.

Choking my heart,

Which fails to restart.

Reassurance is needed,

Your support heeded.

Hand on my chest,

‘Please rest’

A smiled returned,

Fear overturned.

Calmness restored,

This relief flawed.

…

Love you R

…

🖤💚...

I have many good traits

To the point some people think im perfect

But im human

I have horrible, disgusting traits too

I’ll talk about the good ones first

I’m pretty popular

I’m the best striker in my league

And I’m very artistic

But there’s also the other ones

The ones i try to ignore

While they scrape at my soul

The meds don’t help

Some of the “bad” traits are:

I hate myself

I think im fat

I...

The boiled down

curdles of my heart

ready to be molded

Into something you’re not.

The fox in my sheets

The succubus on my shoulder

There’s nothing left to lose

If I’ve lost it all already....

Afraid

Of giving everything

And ending with

Nothing.

Afraid

Of longing profusely

Only to experience

Nothing.

Hopeful

I will have

Courage and experience

Something.

Hopeful

Surrendering my everything

Will lead to

Something....

snow lands on top

those blonde curls

the mysterious blue eyes

the smile

the laugh

the tear

I wish you were real

I wish I was fictional

they call you mean

they call you rude

they call you thoughtless

or manipulative

but I know

I know that we’re all just human

we are all like that

you were just more unlucky

than the rest

I want to hug you

to hold you tight

to kiss your forehead

a...

Soft

Sensitive is what they call me

But really I am soft

Cozy

I love my bed

All cuddled up

Away from pain

Blankets wrapped tight

Because that’s what you do

With delicate things

Fragile

My cheeks flush and my eyes wander

When I feel too seen

When I try too hard to have a say

To do things my way

I break at the smallest crack

Even though ironically

To feel seen

Is all I want

Warm

I gi...