theonewhoweep

[theonewhoweep]

Feelings

A/n: I have a lot of things going on, completely forgot abt this. Sorry it’s so short, no motivation.

CW: None, maybe hints of depression?? I don’t know myself.

“I’m so sad.

Why do I have to be like this?

That’s my thoughts, while sitting there in that hellhole.

Sorry,

school.

But am I so sad?

Is it truly my hormones or boredom?

Once I’m forced to sit there, in silence, it changes.

I no longer have something to occupy my time with.

Boring work in front of me.

Am I actually sad?

I don’t know how I feel anymore.” —The Weeper

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Pomegranate.

A/n: I have been unmotivated, and completely forgot about this. Here’s like the pomegranate trend, in my eyes at least.

CW: none I believe.

“I look at what, or who is sitting in front of me.

I swiftly pick it up and take it, selfishly.

Cutting it open, the juice staining my hands as if I just cut something.

Peeling away all of the layers.

I ravage what ever I can get.

But my callous hands peel off the slim bits separating what I want.

Being careful not to make a mess.

Savoring the taste and sensation.

I peel away bits at a time.

Patience filling my being more than with any person.

All of the seeds going to waste.

I am like an animal, but the small details prove otherwise.

But who see it?” —The weeper

[theonewhoweep]

The Dinner Table

A/n: This was rushed, I haven’t had any motivation honestly.

CONTENT WARNING: hints pointing towards alcoholism, I think that’s it.

“The dripping sound from the sink is so loud.

I stare at my mother from across the table.

She’s swaying as she cuts her bread.

Could she be?

Probably.

Me and my sister share a look.

She is.

My sister cuts the bread for me after.

I thank her quietly.

I eat some, I’m still hungry but I leave the table.

I feel sick.

The food looked weird and I couldn’t stand the sight of my mother.

I love her.

But for the woman who gave birth to me.

Not the one who isn’t sober at 5pm.

Why do I have to see it?

Why couldn’t she be sober for one night?” —The weeper

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The Mirror.

A/n: uh enjoy, yet again feel free to vent or write your own!

CW: None I believe!

“The one in the mirror is different, yes.

The one you see is better!

They feel better and more confident.

Is that enough for you?

Is my new image what you wanted to come out with?

Why do you look upset?

Have I don’t something wrong?

Do I need to move something in a different place?

Please.

Please! Tell me what I did!

Even as time passes, you never saw me the same did you?

You wanted the version you had in your head, you aren’t in love with the one in front of you.

Nothing can be fixed like this.

I’m too damaged and rebuilt for you to love.

I can’t be what you need.

You never knew me in the beginning, you fell in love with a facade.

Now that I’m being me, you can’t even look at me?

This is so damaging.

For not just one, but the both of us.

Why do I have to destroy everything?

Could you not bear to hurt the mirror?

To watch it crack and crumble under how well it’s been so far?

I guess I’ll be the one picking up the shards, bare handed.

Like a punishment.” —The weeper

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Fear and Dread.

A/n: Hi. this is about my personal issues, vent as you wish I don’t mind. I’m not a writer so this is a little stupid, I know.

CONTENT WARNING!!: this has mentions of alcohol and empty threats, you have been warned! (if there’s any I haven’t names, lmk!!)

“I feel the weight.

I feel the crushing weight of my future.

Others are worried about jobs and grades, not me.

I have an idea for the future and I’m kind of smart.

What would be the weight of the future then? You may ask as you read or hear this.

It’s the impending doom of addiction.

My mother, my father, my step father, my sister, my brother(s?).

They have all fallen.

I’m so terrified of becoming them.

My mother— Alcoholic and smoker.

She’s ruined dinner, events, drive homes, etc because she’s drunk.

I don’t even talk with my father anymore.

My step father— There’s no hope there.

Empty threats, drinking, complaining, and even yelling.

I don’t want to go into the rest.

The fear of becoming them is painful.

Knowing I will take that first sip, puff, inhale exhale.

I’ll probably find myself down the line, alone, or hurting the people I surround myself with.

Maybe they wouldn’t care? Maybe they’d be used to it?

But that wouldn’t be right.

I try so hard.

Not to yell, not to get mad, not to touch anything.

I don’t know anymore.

It feels pointless.

Everything.

All of it.

Black holes are more fitting for the concept of sentient addiction I guess.

All-consuming they say.” —The weeper

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I’m keeping every test here to embarrass myself and let people scroll by, if this is even relevant

Boo that’s cool!

Now I’m itty bitty I think

Can I get big? I can.

This is cool :)

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this top part

woah man hello there!

[theonewhoweep]

Well, hi! I’m an anonymous person, I hope. I’m just going to post stuff that I write, it’s probably going to be little rambles. I’m sorry if it’s not professional, I don’t plan for anyone to see it honestly.

Please if need be, refer to me as weeper. I use they/them pronouns. Thank you for your time. I will be testing out things, not so often though.

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I think.

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hello? i’d this how this works? /gen