emo poetry because YEET

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hi guys
more like hi 1 person probably hahaha. sorry i never post anymore but heY. waddup my doods. have a good day or night or whatever. if u want to do something "later" but are procrastinating like me, STOP YOURSELF. you're gonna end up with miserable "ahh i did nothing today i'm worthless" feeling and dON'T. FEEL. LIKE. THAT. it's not worth it. but even if u did nothing important and took it easy, u deserve it!!! u are beautiful and important and i'm proud of u!!!
okay psa over. now that there is enough positivity i can vent. idk why i'm posting this because i have so many i didn't post but u know what. whatever.

she's hollow
a shell of a soul
a shelf of empty notebooks
a scrapbook of places she'll never see
a girl she knows she'll never be

her eyes ache from staring at a screen
her shoes are clean
her house is her entire world
how can someone never shut up and yet never truly say anything?

she hides from people who used to care
she lives under an umbrella of fruitless obsessions
away from the pitter patter and glass shattering

she's so scared of life she can't even live it
yet she yearns for it so deeply
something to come into existence from this black hole
ruthlessly suck
ing hope from her lungs
because she feels time whipping through her hair and abandoning her
she wants to do so much but she's trapped in a bird cage, the key thrown through the bars
locked in by her
self

how can i be whole
if the monster eating me alive
is me?

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