I’ve mourned my death many times.
Come to find out,
I’m as resilient as ever.

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I’ve mourned my death many times.
Come to find out,
I’m as resilient as ever.
One day, things won’t feel so heavy anymore.
HALSEY attends the 77th Primetime Emmy Awards
"this reminded me of you" and "you reminded me of this" is such a warm thing to say to someone or even think because the former is 'i see you in every piece of the world i see' and the latter 'i see the world in you' and they're both so pretty
I don’t want to be here anymore.
I've burned so many bridges I've become lonely. My life, falling apart in front of me, and I just wanted someone to hold me.
I have always been perpetually lonely, one way or another.
A father who had an affair with beer, and it was the wine for my mother. It only made sense that when I was a child I craved a brother, and over time it was the need of a lover.
I was blessed with neither, but always the hopeless believer.
But also a crier, so obviously that meant I was just a manipulative liar. Far too kind, there must of never been a thing going on in my mind.
I must be crazy, to be so audacious and yet so lazy. No wonder they hate me, i don't deserve to fill this space, you gave me.
to say i miss you doesn't even begin to capture the despair your absence has brought me.
— mae s. (journal entry to the one i still love)
You promised me the world, so i gave you a galaxy.
My passion burned to fuel the stars, and loyalty created the milkyway.
I loved you as you were; every minute, of every second of everyday.
Yet you still chose to curse the stars, and throw it all away.
The stars never aligned for me, so i took in your pain and tried to take it all away.
But too much pressure created an anxiety within my harmonious pain, then in which grew a black hole; and then i knew id never be the same.
A kilanova in my name, and yet nobody cries for me.
I lost everything and you only lost me, we are simply just not the same.
I gave you light, and you cast upon me dark flame.
The fire burning within my heart fueled of the sun, is the only place i can put the blame.
Supernova within the plains, with end in sight for the weight in which i carry so much shame.
Shoulders heavy as i strain to find a sentiment of pride.
But my heart aches, and i tossed all logical thought aside.
Because with you, within the black hole of mental illness i couldnt hide. Within this heartache, and the loss of you; Darkness is where in which my heart shall reside.
I’m comfortable In the stain that imprented into my brain , and all I feel is anger and disdain.
I love you with all of my whole heart and just as Halsey said; I never loved you, In vain.
I am a loser, a loner.
A sleep all day, weep all night; stoner.
A fragile container, holding in fury and i cannot contain her.
Were friends, ride or die and then suddenly strangers.
I wrap myself in this heavy weight, warm in the disdain and comfortable in the hate.
This is the worst pain I’ve literally ever had to endure.
And even now I’m realizing how many levels of grief I have to endure. A new layer is ripped off now, and any semblance of peace I’ve had is breaking apart. All I’ve ever known is to endure. Inspite, despite. My chest is on fire, and everything I’ve known and become accustom is gone. Death feels more peaceful than moving on.
We’re in a hotel and you cannot find your shoes.
I’ve ordered coffee, just for you.
Plain white toast, for two.
“There isn’t one thing for yourself that you can do.
You’ve gotta get yourself together.
Gotta grow up soon.”
Get your camera, shoot this scene.
You tried to build a movie screen,
but bet it all on hopes and dreams.
I called the doctor about my spleen.
Show up to chemotherapy.
Kicked the coffee, eat my greens.
90 pounds are left of me.
You take the fat for kerosene.
The sadness stays, the lovers leave.
Aging is cruel.
Pages of a book stuck between fingers.
You lick and lick and they stay attached
refusing to peel apart.
Hair like dryer lint, lifting in the wind
whisping away, fragile thing.
A ghost of years past
and on your face, the betrayal of truth.
Hubris washed off, and confidence broken.
Heart in shambles, the failures of relationships end.
Jobs lost and children angry.
Revealing the lonely ranks of insecurity.
I know nothing.
I am nothing.
I never was.
You are nothing too
but you posture, with your youth.
And maybe, that is good enough
while it lasts.
- Senescence. 2025
I’m there when you need me, but gone like the wind.
I’ll lay beside you while on the mend.
There to guide you and nurture hurt feelings.
But I never last till the end;
Not too loud, just simply soft spoken.
I’m here for you, and wish you happy healings.
Loud bright and bubbly, though I too; am broken.
I’ll lift you up so high, you lose sight of me.
Almost as if it was meant to happen naturally.
And I’ll be fine.
Because this is what happens every single time.