I know there are so many worse things happening in this world.
I know that I could be sick, starving, or homeless.
I know people are dying for their race and fighting for their religion.
I know that my life could be worse.
But right now, this is my destruction.
I’m facing my own battles but I’m trying to be my own hero.
I survived this day and that is my accomplishment.
You have no right to make me feel any less.
things are just really bad right now
everything in my life right now is falling to pieces and i’ve never felt so utterly alone and scared.
I want you to know I love your poetry and its literally in my top three favorites
this means so much to me :) thank you so much! what are your other favorites? i love reading other people’s work, even if they’re so much more incredible than mine!
ily ily ily ily ily💖
this message is literally my only inspiration right now to try to keep up this blog. thank you for reminding me why i loved writing poetry in the first place, for people to read and enjoy it. ily too xx
I’m such a letdown.
I’m soooooooooo sorry for letting this blog fall to pieces. I’ve been working like 30 hours a week (which for me is a lot) and have been trying to spend time with friends before we all split up for college. I’ve been lacking inspiration to write due to my complete utter lack of emotions these days other than just being tired. I feel terrible to not giving this blog the attention it deserves. I will try my hardest to start posting again.
In the meantime, feel free to talk to me guys. Request poems (though I’m not gonna lie, I suck at requests because like I said, I’m lacking inspiration), ask for advice, ask me anything, give me criticism, just feel free to send me something.
I hope you are all having a lovely summer xx.
I’m so excited to have started to break through this writer’s block spell. Perhaps it’s all the emotions graduation is bringing up but I’m finally able to write some more. Hopefully this trend continues!
If you haven’t seen my last poem yet, check it out here!
This is not a love poem.
This is me watching him with her
while I look on from a distance
wishing it was me.
This is not a depression poem.
This is me on the bathroom floor
with a blade pressed against my skin
for the third damn time this week.
This is not a suicide poem.
This is me ready to end it all
right here, right now
because I’m just too fucking tired
to carry on.