people don’t realize

the severity of their words

until it’s too late.

they spit out hatred

and belittle others

all for the pleasure

of their own.

those words

e c h o

in people’s minds.

they tear them down,

and keep them up at night.

scars line their bodies,

and every single one

is from a different insult.

migraines and panic attacks

ensue regularly.

depression takes its toll.

it consumes all of you,

and you’re constantly running

from something

you can’t escape.

silent screams form

a barrier

around someone.

walls are put up

and isolation

is the only way

to feel whole.

nights get longer.

thoughts get louder.

until suddenly,

they break.

grasping for hope,

or anything that will

give them reason to stay.

but as everything billows up,

it gets harder

to handle.

and letting go

seems like the easiest option.

and now all that’s left

is the quiet creaking

of a rope tied to the ceiling fan,

and a body drained of color.

hearts break

and people grieve.

but they didn’t know

how badly that soul was aching.

or how much

it longed for a release.

no one realizes

that their words

can bring death.

or that they

can impact someone

so severely

until it’s too late.




my clothes smell like you.

songs remind me of you.

when i can’t sleep at night

all i want

is to wrap my arms around you.

but you’re not here,

and you’re not there.

you’ve moved on

and you’re tired of hearing about it.

my name stings your tongue

and fills you with hatred.

you said you loved me,

but i’m beginning to see

that it was all a lie.

you never wanted me.

you wanted someone to fuck.

and i’m sorry for being brutal

but you fucked me up.

i gave you my whole heart

and in return,

i received nothing.

you never showed affection.

you never said i love you.

you never gave me the time of day

to prove that i was worth something.

and i want you to know

that now that you’re gone,

i will be too.

but much farther away.

ill be sitting among the nymphs,

watching you,

protecting you.

because even though

you wasted months of my life,

i loved you

and i would never

wish harm upon you.

i hope you’re happier now,

because i know

that soon enough,

i’ll be happier too.



split skin


i miss the feeling

of driving a blade

into my skin

and tearing the layers apart.

i miss the feeling

of the sting

once the cuts have been made.

i miss the feeling

of blood

dripping down my arm

into a crimson pool

beside my bed.

there was so much


that came with

hurting myself.

i still feel as if

i deserve it.

i do these things

to myself

so i can feel