#depressing poem

[charlottetilibury]

I’m a bad person, trying really hard to be a good person.

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[rjmxrell]

Cheers to the pain we chose to hide.

[acrux5]

♱` P.I.M.P. ͏ ͏╱╲ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ꯭💲 ͏ ☆

🦇 @crocraxker '𝓈 𝑳𝑶𝑽3

— @acrux5

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[mcchickizzix]

I’m scared for you tonight

My heart is heavy

My eyes are swollen

You tell me “It’s nothing” and “it will pass”

But I know it isn’t nothing. It’s far from passing

But where are you tonight?

Where have you been the past few days?

You promised me you’d never leave

But here I am

Scared I won’t hear from you ever again

12:29am thoughts

[abbiemhart]

[mouth-size.]

i always sit after my shower in my damp towel on my bed until it feels like hours and my hair is mostly dry.

     (file under: things that make sense)

i have a bookshelf on top of which i put only books that i think look aesthetically pleasing. don’t worry, i’ve read them all. i just don’t organize them alphabetically like the rest of their kin.

     (file under: things that mostly make sense)

i bite my nails but only on certain fingers and i don’t know why as having uneven fingernails causes more anxiety than the thing that caused me to bite my nails in the first place.

     (file under: things that don’t really make sense)

i once jammed four fingers side by side in my mouth to prove to my ex-boyfriend that my mouth was bigger than his best friend’s for no apparent reason other than my superiority complex and my need to continue to fill a niche in his life which i guess included having a larger mouth size than his best friend.

     (file under: things that frankly don’t make sense at all)

published in BRIDGE, april 2021

[mil-hoples]

Once you care you're fucked

[writinginthenight]

The day is short and the night is long.

I pass the time with fantastical words.

Numb my mind in a fiction far away.

Drowning myself with words and stories.

The window is covered up but it can't drown out the birds or the shame they draw.

The ache in my head longs to rest along its walls but I do not tire.

I itch and I rot unlit until morning.

And then seek to be clean.

The horrible need to be new takes me.

I bask in rich oils and fragrance,

I remove my cross my ring, freeing myself of the feeling on my skin.

Did you stay awake all night? She hisses

She couldn't understand.

I retreat into the watery outdoors to see the sky.

I smell the wet wood and grass.

I watch a deer.

Say a prayer

And maybe I'll sleep.