you offered to make it sweet
with soft whispers, light but lustful little touches full of love

but you also offered to make it ******* hurt.
to mark my body with double bites of your canines

like a ******* dog, don't treat me like your puppy
make it hurt, baby, please.

i want everyone to.... to see how much attention you give me
don't **** a kiss into my neck, sink your teeth in until you draw blood

daddy said-- no, he promised didn't like to hit me,
but really he did. he must've loved it with how often he did.

loved to see me writhe on the floor,
salty tears spilling from my eyes with a little hard-on

rutting against the luxurious rabbit fur
begging for the belt

but once, one evening, splayed out by the fire
he let his hand slip, the buckle slicing my pale skin, painting me red

he hurt me. he felt so bad, that after that, it was my birthday for a week.
i got so much attention.

so please, mingi-ssi. make it hurt.
bruise me more. i want everyone to see how much attention you give me.

sick, sick, i'm so sick of your cybershit

mental, mental, mental
people like you are so mental !
god, i wonder how you live with the constant urge to put other people down.
because you believe it to bring yourself up ?

does your internet status mean that much to you ?

i know you, but you don't really know me.
think about it this way--
i'm your hobby.
just cause people like you are so bored !

sick, sick, so cybersick
well get this ! you can **** my cyberdick ♡

There’s a monster living under my skin,
It hums lullabies in a voice like sin.
It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t roar.
It just waits... behind the door.

It’s soft-spoken, wears my smile,
Walks in my steps, stays awhile.
It knows the cracks behind my eyes,
Where all the dead dreams lie.

It isn’t sharp—it’s patient and slow,
It dances in places no one should go.
It sips on memories like bitter wine,
And chews on thoughts that once were mine.

It curls around my mother’s name,
And whispers that I’m just the same.
It counts the days I’ve held my breath,
Then offers comfort dressed like death.

People say, “You’re healing now,”
But they don’t see the sacred vow—
Me and it, we made a truce,
It feeds on pain—I stay the noose.

I try to scream, but it just grins,
Wearing my face like borrowed skin.
And every time I think I’m free,
It locks the door and swallows me.

You wouldn’t know it to look in my eyes—
But something in me never dies.
I laugh. I love. I play pretend...
But the monster’s always watching…
waiting…
for the end.

Shattered illusions.
Shattered hopes.
Shattered dreams.

A house with no structure
built from the remains of ruin.

A powerful soul
in a trembling body.

A house meant to fall.
A house that realized
it’s not a house at all -
just the memory of shelter
pretending to hold.

It asks,
"Then what am I?"

But no one answers.

And so,
what’s left
sinks into the soil,
quietly turning
back into earth.

Somewhere in the evergreens,
Smoke stacks rise above the trees,
Peaking amongst the clouds,
As light rain sprinkles the grounds.
We lay softly asleep,
Far off from the wooded cove,
My arms around your resting form,
Breathing lightly,
To ensure you sleep well.

It's funny
How everyone is such a dummy
Acting as if they were high off their rockers

"Don't believe everything on the Internet!!!!" They say
They say this nearly everyday
Yet they believe
Believe

It's funny how I can act
I can act serious
Then start laughing till I cry
Putting a mask over my face
And convince people that I'm fine everyday

It's funny how grown men
Act like children

It's funny how the education system
Is ****** up mentally if it were a human

It's funny how you don't even know
Who I am really
By birth
So who are you to define who I am?

It's funny how we let people belittle us
Well it's obvious who has ***** and who doesn't...

It's funny how people lack common knowledge

It's funny how people are so insolent and arrogant
Bold I say.