my poems

part 10-poems from my notebook.

just some personal stuff that doesn't fit together.

seeing her hugging the girl she replaced me with hurts.

i
suddenly have
your smell
in my nose

"i don't care about you?"
she didn't tell me she's not okay.
"builds walls and shoots."
ignored my hurting self

my thoughts are too loud.
i feel a lot.

the hardest thing i had to experience was realizing i meant absolutely nothing to people who i would've died for.

i am feeling empty. just like this page was before i wrote on it.

being yourself is art.

wish you could've met me when i was still fun to be around.

they are still so fucking present.
i hate myself for that.
i hate them.
but i still miss them.

i just want to find out what is wrong with me.

when i close my eyes i see what i am.
nothing.

tears of heaven stream down the window.
tears of heaven mix with mine.

breaking into pieces.
crying at night.
everybody notices.
nobody refuses to act.