Nehmet

BESTIE I MISS U HOW ARE YOU????

pls let us be friends omg 

Miss girl I want to be your friend. You sound like such fun to be around 

The crescents under her eyes.
          
          They resembled the night sky.
          
          The moon shining ever so bright.
          
          As the stars danced in the dark.
          
          But the moons under her eyes told a story
          
          One of misery 
          
          and exhilaration.
          
          
          
          
          pls it’s 9pm and i just wrote this ☝️

Corrupted.
          That’s how i felt.
          it hurts inside.
          and out.
          my heart was shattered.
          the vital organs in my body.
          unresponsive.
          my lungs.
          empty.
          my hands.
          shaking.
          the tears stream down my face and all i want to do it let it all out.
          scream my perturbations away.
          The agonizing sounds my vocal cords can make is shattering.
          perplexing.
          As the sounds tense my muscles, 
          i can also feel the worries and stress defrost and deliquesce away.
          it feels like a fever rush.
          it feels rapturous.
          but i’ve never done it.
          and until then,
          all this pressure-that’s slowly suffocating me- will continue to bottle up.
          until
          i rupture.
          
          
          
          
          -it’s like 11 pm and i just felt like doing this for no reason at all 

I want to cry.
          To feel the cold silver tears fall down my cheeks.
          To feel the itchy ness of the dried up tears.
          My throat closing up,
          suffocating me.
          makes me feel something.
          I haven’t felt something in so long.
          The sensation of barely being able to breathe.
          It makes you feel as if you are in the brink of death.
          Feels like it’s all going to end right then and there.
          Your soft whimpers 
          your sniffles
          the way that you can’t hear anything.
          It feels as if you’ve fell into a body of water  without knowing it was there.
          The water is freezing cold.
          The shock causes your body to freeze.
          The way that your body starts shaking to warm you up.
          Your body needs you.
          But do you need your body?
          I simply cannot cry.
          It feels impossible.
          It’s as if someone has screwed the lid on a jar extremely tight.
          Maybe a soda can.
          If you open the can after shaking it so much.
          It’ll explode.
          You’ve bottled up your emotions so much that there’s no room for you to breathe.
          You have no choice but to let it all out.
          But it won’t work.
          The can won’t open.
          It’s stuck.
          Your stuck.

im gonna post a piece of writing i wrote cuz someone wanted me to

pls i feel so distant from the world rn like huh

well so ima be a poet for a bit and post some of my thingys from when i’m depressed and sentimental 
          i just need attention cuz i’m an attention whore ‍♀️‍♀️

I wanna b ur friend;(