#painonpaper

[wnq-writers]

we believe that love, no matter what, will save us. i don’t know if that’s beautiful, or foolish.

painonpaper

[painonpaper-blog1]

Sweetheart, no one is coming to save you. You have to be the one to pick yourself up.

k.m.

[wnq-writers]

Would you even hurt if I was gone?

painonpaper

[painonpaper-blog1]

i want to hold you late at night when you're not feeling quite right you're not really you tonight a little broken and exhausted and when the doubts cloud your head i'm there my fingers in your hair your head sinking in my lap i'm there to remind you you are light in this sea of darkness you are my beacon because i'm a ship lost and stranded and we're just two broken people guiding each other to safety again

k.m.

[painonpaper-blog1]

we believe that love, no matter what, will save us. i don't know if that's beautiful, or foolish.

k.m. 

[re1lly-writes]

Journal entry date: Monday March 16th 2026 @5:32am

Unfamiliar Mirror

I don’t recognize the reflection that looks back at me from the glass.

My face, my hair, my body…

The internal sufferings has seeped through to the surface of my skin,

And I now possess an appearance that is unfamiliar

and always changing.

I am told that im beautiful,

But all i see is the monster within me.

The physical body that once held my innocent heart,

And hopeful soul,

Now walks empty, with no destination in sight.

I often wonder when,

Or if,

The light will ever shine back into my eyes.

Or if the breath of life will fill my lungs once again…

Will I ever be able to rest

Without the weight of shame laying heavily on my chest?

When will misery be quiet and silence become peaceful

Instead of pounding?

I want to say im okay,

Without choking back tears and swallowing the truth.

[jdbabygetem-blog]

James' Dilemma

Sometimes I look at my life and I say "What the fuck".

Cuz as of late it just seems like I have the baddest luck.

A nigga stressin, so you know I'm bout to light it up,

Can't trust these bitches, so I tellem I ain't tryna cuff.

Laying in my room staring at the ceiling,

turned off my phone, so its fuck everybody's feelings,

Can't find myself so I don't find myself appealing,

these wounds cut deep guess ima need some more healing.

Sometimes I feel like its just me against society. 

Some say I'm trippin, I'm just suffering from anxiety.