#sad poem

[silent-insanities]

I wish you had saw me for what I was and not what you wanted me to be.

[gargy1975]

#69. LMFAO! 💯🇺🇲🏳️‍🌈🍷

#68

when love finds me again, may it be with someone i never have to heal from.

[lovewarmsoftdeers]

it’s so painful to watch yourself grow cold, bitter, and resentful, even toward small, irrelevant things, when all you’ve ever wanted was just to be warm, gentle, kind, and loving.

[moonlitmourningjournal]

[wordsintheattic]

I hear you scratching at the coffin lid sometimes

You who still believed in mercy—

I have worn your death

like a wedding ring,

digging graves with the same hands

you once used to cup fireflies,

to brush your mother's cheek,

to hold love like something

that wouldn't bleed.

Forgive me.

The world demanded teeth,

so I gnawed through our innocence

and called the taste maturity

I miss the way you laughed

before you learned to flinch—

when your voice didn't crack

at the word 'home',

when your spine was still a question mark

instead of a sword.

Now I find your ghost everywhere:

• In old notebooks where *"when I grow up"*

is written in ink that hasn't faded

• In the way summer rain smells

on pavement you'll never walk again

• In strangers' eyes when they ask

*"What happened to you?"*

and I have to lie

They don't tell you

that survival is just

a series of quiet murders—

how you'll choke the light

from your own throat

and call it *being practical*,

how you'll auction off your joy

piece by piece

to pay the rent on a life

you don't even recognize.

I wear your dreams now

like a skin graft that never took—

this scar tissue where hope used to live.

The world was hungry.

It ate us whole.

And I—

I set the table.

[solivagant--soul]

[llaurvn]

i talk to the moon about him.

she’s the only one who listens

without asking questions,

without telling me to move on.

she just hangs there—

soft and glowing—

while i confess my aching.

my pillow knows him too.

his name is pressed into its corners

like a prayer i whisper nightly.

my sheets have memorized the shape

of longing.

he texted good morning today.

two words.

small.

cold.

and all i’ve gotten.

no warmth.

no follow-up.

just enough to keep me here

wondering if i still matter.

i don’t know who else he talks to.

i hope it’s no one.

i hope his phone stays silent

unless it’s me.

i hope he thinks of me

when his mind wanders,

when the world quiets down.

i hope i live in the corners of his thoughts

like he does in mine—

loud and constant

and inescapable.

i want to haunt him

like he haunts me.

i want to be his background noise,

his distraction,

the name that scrambles his focus.

i want him ruined

by the thought of me.

because i dream of him

every single night.

he’s always there.

smiling sometimes.

leaving sometimes.

but never gone.

and i don’t know

if that’s beautiful

or just cruel.

because waking up

without him beside me

and still without answers

feels like a punishment.

like loving him this much

is something i should apologize for.

i talk to the moon about him.

and maybe she tells the stars,

and maybe they tell him in his sleep.

maybe that’s why he texted.

or maybe—

i’m just the only one

who can’t let go.

maybe he’s escaped me,

lightly,

like a sigh.

and i’m still here

clinging to every echo,

hoping

i’m wrong.

[thedeadpoetshadow]

I love how I convince myself every night that I hate you

-Via ani ^⁠_⁠^

[exposingmyveins]

i often think about how your words tasted to me. the things you would say i would drink like alcohol, sweet… made me feel warm. they would seep into my stomach and would settle to the bottom. but, in reality: it was poison. clouding my judgement, intoxicating my mind. i drank up your words like it was life saving medicine but truly, it was the death of me. the next time someone speaks to me like that i hope i recognize that underlying bitter taste and spit. it. out.

v. || exposingmyveins

[yasu-verse]

I can still recall the enthusiastic look on my dad's face. And I swear. In that small moment that might as well have been insignificant as a grain of sand in the aspect of time, I felt special and alive. For once, even for a second, all the bad things in my short-lived life seemed like ants. Did you know, dear page, that ants outnumber humans by a mile? It seems that's a fact that I will constantly forget and then suffer the consequences. However, we had previously stated that knowledge is the very thing that causes damnation. Like Schrödinger's cat, ignorance and knowledge are one and the same, and the final verdict is unknown until we are brave enough to open the can of worms—or until life forces our hand.

Ignorance is better than knowledge. Fools have the belief awareness is power. Awareness only brings you to your knees, questioning your own words—making even the atheist beg God for an answer. But what if the answer is silence? What if the truth is a weight too heavy to bear, a burden that crushes rather than enlightens? Perhaps ignorance is not bliss, but survival.

[silent-insanities]

It killed me to walk away.

[heyitslouiseeeee]

#69

We're all trying to survive and live, so why do some people try to steal others' pursuit of living life on their own terms?

As if living everyday isn't hard enough...

[blackbluecherryblossom]

i’m tired. but not just “didn’t sleep” tired. soul tired. bone tired. like my body keeps going but nothing inside knows why.

[mzdnmh]

Met a lot of people, but nobody feels like you

[myhiddenthoughts]

just because I understand the reasoning behind your actions, doesn't mean that I find your actions to be excusable