when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

volcano brain

how ugly

I have heard that the sirens sing themselves apart. highest : #50 in poetry

the flames are gradually swallowing me. highest : #16 in poetry

An excerpt of one's mind. © Sri. 2017 highest:#41 in poetry

summer's ecstasy

xvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55

persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #20 in poetry 」