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If i die, dont forget me,
Remember me, that i am free,
Dont give me false hope, and push me down,
Dont give me love, then dont make a sound,
If i die, please promise me,
That if i die,
You'll remember me.
Do you remember me?
You know, the one who tried to warn you,
But you didnt listen,
Now do you remember? No?
You know, i told you he was bad,
Now look!
Why'd you put up a restraining order on him?
Oh yeah! Hes bad!
Do you remember me now? Do you believe me?
Why are you in pieces? Oh yeah,
Hes bad.
Do you remember me now?
Yes!
Im the friend you left behind!
And finally you believe me.
But its kinda too late.
Hes already devoured his prey.
*Sigh* Its gonna be too late
maybe falling is a beautiful thing 4.30.25 (9:25 am)
daisies grow wild in the woods
in dappled sunlight under the trees

fields of white petals
and yellow pollen floating in the air

maybe falling is a beautiful thing
maybe drowning is a peaceful thing
maybe dying is a lovely thing

maybe lying down in a daisy field
and falling asleep forever
is a painless thing

maybe i’d do it
if it were possible
gone 4.29.25 (5:17 pm)
gone,
so gone
a hole in the universe
where you used to be
cold air where you were
once breathing

you’re gone
and i can’t bring you back
worth it 6.4.25 (7:22 pm / 19:22)
you’re a little hard to love often enough
you’re a little difficult to tell what’s up
but you’re completely worth it

you are worth every single tear shed
you are worth every angry text sent
you are worth every moment of silence
you are worth every second you breathe
and breathe and live

you’re a little strange sometimes
you’re a little embarassing, i’ll admit
but you’re forever worth it
it’s weird.
it feels like everything i do
is for you to notice.

but somehow,
you notice things
no one else ever has.
things even i
never knew were there.
i feel like a silly child! but it’s true. everything i do is for you to notice. i think you do. sometimes
Corpses cannot feel, for they are nothing but a husk,
a pale imitation of a former self,
what gets left behind.

Perhaps I am a walking corpse,
animated, maybe,
but not alive.
my greatest fear
is that i will forever be the friend
left behind,
the one uninvited
with friends, but always alone

i'm scared to let people in
not because of the damage you'll do,
but the damage you'll find

what happens if i never become
someone's "someone?"
will i just be no one?

i'm scared that you will see past my lying smile,
and realize that the little girl
waltzing on broken glass
is all i will ever be

my greatest fear is that
you see me the way i
see myself
she told me to cover up the scars.
i told her
no one ever noticed.

she said that couldn’t be true.
but it was.

no one gasped.
no one asked.
they just looked through me,
like pain’s not real
unless it begs.

she says she doesn’t understand.
says i have no trauma.
i guess sadness needs a villain
to be taken seriously.

but what if i’m the villain?
what if the hurt
comes from me?
what if i broke myself
before anyone had the chance to?

what if no one saw
because
they never looked?
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