In the black, my roots widen. I open like a lantern, drawing in the quiet. Night becomes the soil I learn to eat, and from that hunger I flourish.

The pain is manageable today. Idk if that means I’m healing, or just throwing myself into every distraction I can…

Your contact was my guiding light on cold, grey mornings, on lonely nights when the darkness tempted. I memorized your words, as if they could show hands that never touched the shape of you. Now all that’s left is faint memories of soft moments, and an endless list of what-ifs.

I miss you. Gods, I miss you, and it makes me feel so pathetic. I was just a page in your book, I think. A quick read you’ve already forgotten. But you… You were a whole chapter… and I’ve since lost my love for reading 🥀

I open the app, stare at the profile, think of a thousand things I want to say, and then never send them. I know I’m best forgotten, but I miss you…

The way I miss you, long to reach for you in tiny moments, want to ask what your day is. The way I ask imaginary questions, wonder if your coffee was just right, ask myself if you ever still think of me. But I won’t reach for you. I won’t ask you. I’ll remain a forgotten shadow of your past.

a pretty girl crawling towards me in a leather mask would fix me

Something Between Us #art #abstractart #blueskyartshow

When we finally drop the masks and stop pretending for everyone around us…

The thing about downward spirals, they have no corners. No jagged edges. No stopping point. You don’t realize you’re trapped in one until you’ve descended into madness…

Inverse color twins 🔵🔴

A face fitted like a mask, straps cinched until the jaw forgets how to unclench. I wear it to the world: smooth, practiced, unremarkable. Behind the painted calm—a slow congregation of patient monsters folding themselves into the hollows.

”You have chosen… the Lament Configuration.”

Artists, drop some creepy art.

Artists, drop some creepy art

Artists, drop some creepy art 👁️

This world is filled with so much cruelty. Sometimes I just want to let go.

Art Nouveau door, Brussels Belgium, photographer unknown

Hours, days, weeks, months. Time passes in a strange hush. Still, when all goes silent, All my thoughts lead me back to you...

Sometimes, love is about being selfless. Letting go in spite of the pain was the best thing I could do for everyone involved. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, every single day. It just means I’d rather suffer than cause others suffering.

The screen kept your shape in my hands, a small light I learned to trust. I counted the pauses between replies, built a map from fragments and late-night fonts. When we let go, the chat stayed open, a room with no footsteps, and I kept visiting the doorway, rehearsing the warmth I had only for you.

Pour your sorrows into me between the sheets and come out clean. Oh, how eloquently two souls can speak.

My depression isn't the kind where I'll intentionally kms, but it's the kind where I *kind of* hope someone runs a red light while I drive through an intersection😅

#poetry I kept a map of you in the margins of my day, a cartography made of timestamps and small blue dots, the soft geography of when you were online and when you were not. Your name was a constellation I traced with fingertips over the glass of my phone, and the light that answered back

I pushed my fingers through the earth Returned this flower to the dirt So it could live, I walked away now But I know Not a day goes by that I don't feel it burn There's a point we pass from which we can't return

With bloodied hands and forced smiles, I built us a castle, stacking each brick with devotion, never noticing how the walls were slowly becoming a prison. Now the truth settles in my chest like a stone I can’t swallow: I am not enough for you. Not truly—not as I am. Maybe I never was….

doing time in this unstable mind inside I'm screaming, outside I'm fine wrestling with the darkness is fighting an imaginary friend, fighting me, myself, and I nothing's ever resolved there's no winner, never an end while what you see is whatever I pretend #BedroomEyes #poetry #writing #depression

#Mother Earth has postpartum depression. It's all hands on deck now. #poetry #vss365

depression so bad the notes app poetry made a comeback

#painting #drawing #sketch #art #MastoArt #kleinekunstklasse #abstract #depression #comic

goth bird

#poetry He felt like home, and for a while, all my demons went quiet. But that’s the problem with fantasies… Eventually, the story comes to an end, and all you have is the hollow feeling it leaves behind.

in good company - original art

At night the ceiling becomes a map of untraveled roads, each one labeled with a might-have-been.

•Eyes Don’t Lie• 06/17/25

What doesn’t kill you… gives you unhealthy coping mechanism, I guess 🙃

I’m tired of the endless fight. Maybe it’s time to just give in and let it all go to the void…

Life would be so much easier if we could just end it whenever we want. I mean, we can… but then we’re “selfish”. So, instead, we live with bottled up pain so people around us wont hurt like we do…

Tell me you hate me, That it was all just a lie. Maybe then, this love Can finally die 🥀

After all this time looking for it! #humor #math #foundontheinternet #nerdhumor

The other night he asked me “are you encouraging this so I’ll be okay if you leave?” I said “I‘m not leaving you,” And he said “no… if you LEAVE…” And my heart cracked open because he seemed to read my thoughts.

And the darkness devours

#poetry #poems #poet #creativewriting #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #edwardleepoetry #poetryblogger #wordsofwisdom #writer #stars

Somewhere on a distant world A being gazes at the sky And looks for me too #vss365 #distant #poem #poetry #micropoetry #scifi

Breathing becomes a chore Thinking a bore Socialising a deep fake-terrifying But the moon The moon always stays true Never blue Owning its pale face Dreams sink in-in a slow pace Hypnotising away from a vulgar sunshine Telling me it’s ok-so I feel fine #poetry

#ও☉❢☉✑ #poetry #writing #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writingcommunity

‘Afterglow’ Did you ever feel it too… #monochrome #poetry #memories