Thursday, May 23, 2024

helpmehelpmehelpme

one day, one day one day
my fingers will rake the ground 
throat will shred as i wail
cradling this broken frame
screeching 
decades of agony
decades of rage
the sickening need
to never feel again
my heart is rotting

Saturday, May 4, 2024

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Sometimes I feel so empty
as though there's a hole where my heart should be
just an emptiness inside me
but I tend to just say I'm okay
it is simpler that way
nobody ever asked you to elaborate on being okay

Sunday, April 14, 2024

the beautiful shame that binds me

Why does it feel like such a horrendous thing? To love.
Why? It is a glorious feeling, to entwine your soul with others'. The souls that make life worth living. Why do we curl in embarrassment at the mere thought of bonding? I do not understand. 
Vulnerability is scoffed at. Open hearts are sewn shut with rusty needles, poisoning the bloodstream with bitter shame. It soils the stomach and curdles in the throat. 
I do not understand. 

Sunday, March 17, 2024

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I cannot help myself from wondering if you are another lesson. Another person to teach me something. 
Someone I don't get to keep.
It's not doubt, I am not second-guessing what we have. I'm just scared to lose it. So much loss in this life. Enough for the next one to come.
So, I look at the moon. And I make a wish. That it is you and I in this life.
And the next. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2024

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Do I still want to die? 
Now that the days grow longer with warmth, I may not be so sure. But that cold feeling of relief. I had felt my shoulders sag from the belief. The belief of, yes, it is what I want, in this moment in time. 
To disappear. 
But, to never love again, that would be tragic. 

Thursday, November 23, 2023

until when?

I am scrambling to hold onto what used to make me happy. But it is no longer enough to keep me alive. 
I want to die. 

Sunday, November 12, 2023

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I remember wanting to disappear. I remember feeling hopeless. Every nerve in my body was numb and full of lead. Fatigue has seeped into my bones. Someone was squeezing my heart, and everything good inside of me had been twisted around. I was choking. 
I still am.