mediocre poetry from my soul

17 I like to word vomit and call it poetry 🦄🌀

[youwereonceanangel]

zoloft has me acting like an uninterested undiagnosed autistic man

[kissmebeforecourt]

[youwereonceanangel]

Every-time a man speaks it reminds me why I was a misandrist in the first place.

[youwereonceanangel]

fuck i hate men so fucking much

[youwereonceanangel]

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

[youwereonceanangel]

i need a cigarette

[youwereonceanangel]

a bit different than usual

something i wrote during my time in an emotionally abusive relationship. since then this weight has slightly lifted, of course it shall forever linger though.

everyone has a place and a reason to be here regardless what that is use this world as your playground and having some fucking fun with it because at the end of the day we all die!!!!

i really want to do it,i think about it alot

feeling them go down the back of my throat

going through my last high before it’s the thing to take me off this earth

i used to feel bad

feel selfish

but i don’t anymore

i know my people will be okay

the light that shines out of their souls is enough to keep them okay

i want them to feel complete happiness and i know they can reach their potential

regardless if i don’t feel that way about myself

if i were to leave them i know they would be okay

and i’d be watching upon them like i always knew would happen

i was never destined to live a long life and i think ive always known as such

my future was something i always struggled thinking about

something that always caused me to furrow my eyebrows

i can’t quite see it and i thinks it’s really because it’s never been there

i was never meant to live among everyone forever

i’ll be turned into thin air disappearing without a trace left

just as i’d dreamed so very many times

[youwereonceanangel]

soul poetry volume 11

how are people so fucked up!!

consumed him bones and all

the venom hitting me directly

coursing through me leaving me writhing

an unbearable pain stained upon me

a pain he once promised to never inflict as if he were to do so he’d hate himself

naively I let the boy who broke me heal me

innocently devoting my all

my spirit heart mind and soul

eaten alive by the other parts of me that had slowly been killed off

as I faded away on behalf of his hands I was no longer enough

no longer enough to fulfil the lustful devoting girlfriend role

no longer enough to keep fighting for

left here now an empty body

soul flying aimlessly free

i pray that i may forget

[youwereonceanangel]

soul poetry volume 10

quite possibly the most soul crushing thing i’ve experienced.

“history of man”

truly all along he was evil.

it was deeply rooted inside of him, you could see it seeping through the cracks

he grew up teaching himself how to keep it concealed, hiding who he truly was from the world around him

but only for a little amount of time can you conceal who you are

who you really are stripped back all the way to your soul.

[youwereonceanangel]

if loving me means letting go and wishing me the best, i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish you loved me less.

[youwereonceanangel]

falling into the core of the earth dragging down everyone i possibly can with me

[youwereonceanangel]

shattered into a million pieces

my soul is slowly being teared apart by the things i love most

i need a release

[youwereonceanangel]

soul poetry volume 9

she walks around wilted

her light dimmed

sunshine beaming no longer

like glass that hasn’t quite shattered but could at any moment

she was delicate

her mind a liability

earthquakes left in her path she acts as a fault line

the only way past it is to wait through it

[youwereonceanangel]

I think i’d rather be ran over by 80 buses than feel the way I do

[youwereonceanangel]

soul poetry volume 8

about that funny feeling in ur chest!

constantly on edge never settled

heart racing breath heavy

pupils dilated

restless and reckless in my ways

a familiar feeling

I fear it now, that it wont go away

that I will be like this forever

a shadow behind wherever I pass

[youwereonceanangel]

soul poetry volume 7

recovery is such a strange thing

I long for the sight of my skin clinging to my ribs

I almost miss the scent of waiting rooms

strong chemicals washing away the previous patients presence

doctors seeing through my lies truly nothing they can do

I was so ready to let go I'm almost always ready to just let go.

[youwereonceanangel]

soul poetry volume 6

another for him

peace in his presence.

i’ve opened my heart longing for something in return

mind in a constant haze ridden with love sickness

souls intertwined i’d never leave him like the others

a true place of comfort something i have never believed in

gut twisting with nerves but

ill keep finding peace in his presence

as long as he lets me