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If time heals
Why do i hurt myself
Trying to prove to you
I'm no...

MISTAKE.
I can’t move.
The weight is everywhere.
It presses into my chest
Like even the dirt want me to stop existing.

I screamed until my throat bled.
No one answered.
No one remembered.

I guess they moved on.
one of my biggest fears is being buried alive
“But you’re fine right?”
My therapist ask naively
Yeah I’m fine
Instead of drowning
I’m floating in a ocean
Surrounded by dolphins
Maybe one day I’ll sink peacefully
First time going to therapy
Message me
Spam me
Let me know about your day
I can’t get enough of what you have to say

Don’t stop now
You’d make me frown
Or would you
Considering you make me anew

Anyway
I want to hear all the words you can say
In every combination
Even about tariffs and inflation!

Don’t stop now
You make me proud-
Proud to be the music boy-
Proud to be YOUR music boy
You said
You were looking for a friend
Am I
Suitable for the (boy)friend you got
It’s a play on words not a question
staring at a screen
it says ‘bad gateway’
what does it mean?

I don't know
but I've seen this before
that's why I'm in
survival mode
it's gonna be okay
I'll just take the next road
left

writing poems...
in my head
i promised myself not to speak a word to anyone until we talk
i'll sit in the dark silence
   and wait  
     for you
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