“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
i cut people off for a reason
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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
i cut people off for a reason
i die in my head over and over again. i won't in the real world, id never actually do it... i think. its so odd how, once you start wondering what dying is like, you never really stop thinking about it. its always there in the back of my mind. i made orange chicken with fresh juice and let the sun in through the windows, but i couldn't help enjoy the sting from the oven rack when i felt it through the shitty supermarket oven mitts. im laying on the floor playing a game on a phone I can afford to pay for. under the blankets theres a darkness that wants to swallow me, and sometimes i want it to chew me up whole. i want to feel it grinding my bones to dust.
Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul
im jus dont feel like repeating myself anymore
sensitive sensitive boy
carrying a rainy cloud
instead of a brain
on his shoulders
it pulls him down
like a boulder
pressing on his spine
on the back of his neck
his eyes dont meet yours
when they do
hes a deer
caught in the spotlight of your soul
burnt by the hot white light
what you dont know
is its because he just wiped
his burning eyes and soul
clean
and he doesnt want you
to get burnt by his "light"
everyone says he has
do u ever get scared that everything u know is fake?
why cant i stop having INSANE dreams
cptsd brain is gonna make me go insane
i can feel my heart beating out of my chest and hot tears behind my eyes
but now is not the time to cry, so ill hold it in and complain i have a headache instead, i have work to get to, customers to help, and sadness to avoid
i am back at home and laying on the futon and my heart wont stop pounding
but by this point theres too many thing to cry over and not enough at the same time, so ill push it off because i dont even know what I'd cry about
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "Room of the Mind: Poems" originally published in 2021
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "Room of the Mind: Poems" originally published in 2021
i just wanted to be f-cking important to you
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "Room of the Mind: Poems" originally published in 2021
Momin Khan Momin, from a poem titled "Fury and Death," featured in Humsafar : The World of Urdu Poetry
i hope if i get m-rdered its at least interesting enough for Rotten Mango to cover tbh
i dont like being myself anymore. i wont change who i am for anyone else and i try to be the brightest an loudest version of myself i can be, but right now all i can think is: "what's the point".
i want to be important and im sure i mean something to the people around me but its so hard to feel that. i need physical representation of that, but knowing that hasn't and won't happen for me anytime soon i just...