I wasn’t born with a broken heart… but life made cracks early. I was just a child when the world showed me how cruel it could be. Too young to unders...Read more
I wish I spoke the way I dream- All thunder and violet, Frayed at the edges, But stitched with something real.
i've lost something very dear, because i feel nothing but torment and fear why do i feel like you're always near? and if you're here, i want you to h...Read more
Uncertainty is cruel. Mad are those who do not know. But must you be warned—certainty has its teeth. It bites without warning, and its jaw locks its g...Read more
"Roses are red, violets are blue. I wish I was pretty, and I know you do too."
I was thrown away like I meant nothing Did I really mean nothing? Were all those promises, a lie? I'm tired of the lies I'm tired of being played Yo...Read more
Silence Something so loud yet so quiet something peaceful that I desperately crave Something that's an answer on its own when my body is to weak to ...Read more
Sometimes it's the silence that screams the loudest. After the yelling, the slamming of doors. glass breaking. Adults hurling insults at each other li...Read more
They forgot to name me when I was born, so I called myself Grief. It was the only sound that stayed after my mother’s last breath shattered the ceilin...Read more
(original poetry about forgiving someone who didnt deserve it) i forgave you and i hate myself for it, i thought it would bring me peace, comfort or ...Read more
(original poetry about mental illness vs physical illness) if i said cancer, they’d whisper softer they would even tilt their heads like grief was a ...Read more
It’s figuring out who you are when the world keeps changing the rules. She learned early that being “nice” doesn’t always mean being heard. That some ...Read more
I stood a mile above the ground, but forgot—what rises fast must come crashing down. The wind applauded like a crowd of ghosts, as I danced with dream...Read more
“They told me I’d understand when I'm older, I'm older now, and I still don't.”
Iron Is heartbroken, sitting under rain. Oxygen broke up with him, and he is in pain. Iron is a little cold, he is somewhat slow. Oxygen is emotion...Read more
Tick tock Tick tock The alarm goes off Tick tock Tick tock Its time to reset the clock The cycle, Repeating, It's time it's stealing. From my b...Read more
"a walk through the city in my lens" (prompt) i walk through cracked streets where peace used to live, now buried with sirens and silence. a screen ...Read more
(original poetry about the past) you’ll strive with all your might, to cast the past out of your sight, to bury it deep, to leave it gone, yet still,...Read more