Depression and isolation
Why do I get jealous?
I walk alone
I come into existence as quickly as I am erased
Dating in 2021 be like…
I don’t know how to handle all these feels 😩
You inspire the fuck out of me whoever you are
Awoke before sunrise
Loving you will make one poorest
I know you watch me like a hawk
He loves all the world but one
This is how to stop loving you
Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
What are dreams but avenues of despair
A battle between depression and unrequited love
You keep haunting me
Hello out there. Can you feel me? Could you ever love me?
Unrequited love micropoetry
Cheer up y’all, I love writing rhyme. But good girls always come last. 😎
The cold comfort of nothingness
Titles are deceiving
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit…
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong…
Mostly moping, barely coping
I told you I’m nobody
Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
He’ll have it all, just not me…
Unrequited love number 19,000
His absence is too loud, too painful.
Fun fact: I have been referred to as “a cub” cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur…
Ahh ye great joy of depression!
If only fingers were used for healing…
Your love is a supermassive black hole
Nothingness am I
Where do I put the love?
They care not while I rot.
Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.
I am a wasteland
I sent out an S.O.S. I tried my best I failed the test Lay me to rest
A POEM. About losing things you never win for placing wrong bets WITH PEOPLE and love.
a poem about being a number to him and to everyone