#sad poetry

[stuuupidthingsss]

[silent-insanities]

It can't stay this way.

[factorytested]

I love you

[heartbreakscars]

im a worried girl

i worry about myself

about life

about love

about everything

i worry that ill never be enough

i worry that ill never find true love

i worry that i worry too much

sometimes it feels like all my worries are spinning around in my head like an eternal carousel

im always told that im not doing anything wrong

its not my fault

i shouldnt worry

but the thoughts get so heavy sometimes:

youll never be enough

youll never find true love

u worry too much

and sometimes it reaches a point

where there’s no worries left

and everything goes blank

temporarily im in bliss

i am enough

im not doing anything wrong

ill find true love

its not my fault

im not worried

but it can never last too long before it all comes flooding in like a thunderstorm

and im back to being the worried girl

but i guess thats just who i am

-unedited from when i was 16

[star-struck09]

I know it wasn’t my fault because you’re the one who went back on your word.

[sourcitrusjuice]

every minute you don't talk to me

i remember the promises we made

i remember all the things you said

you would always love me.

you would never want to hurt me.

i remember the days you were the one crying

and i was there

but here i am, in the same place you left me in

to rot alone

crying over you.

and you exist, oblivious

or maybe you're not, and you just have better things to do.

the words coming out of your mouth don't fit your actions,

and I'd rather just be told how you truly feel, rather than whatever you say

to keep the wool over my eyes.

the wool has long been soaked in blood.

[poetrybyserhatdogan]

[sassywiththesas]

Modern society kills the person we were destined to be.

-sassy

[searainstorm]

Life would've been so much better if I didn't ever fall for someone. I could still be the child I once used to be. I could still believe that there's good in this world. People are good. They like flowers. They look up to see the sky. They eat chocolates. They talk to each other and laugh their hearts out. They live. They are good. People are good.

I don't know when it all became this complicated. I don't know when I started to look for myself in others. I don't know exactly when, I became empty of me.

[nowthisis-dark]

In a conversation with my friend, I realized how different yet painfully similar we humans are. We share the same emotions, wear the same scars, but they burn us in ways only we can feel.

When fear grips me, it crawls into my gut like spiders spinning webs, trapping me in their silken world. But for her, fear coils around her chest, tightening like a snake, squeezing the air from her lungs until her breath becomes slow, desperate.

Sadness? For me, it’s an ache in my head, a throb ready to split my mind in two. It’s a weight behind my eyes, daring me to cry but never letting me. For her, sadness lives in her throat, a lump she can’t swallow, a silent scream that never escapes. Her eyes hold it, glassy and red, as if bearing the burden of a sea.

Pain is a thief. It steals my heartbeat, turning each thump into a frantic plea for relief. It’s chaos, loud and unforgiving, echoing in my chest. But for her, pain is quieter. It sits in her chest like a stone, heavy and immovable. She feels it in her self, like they’re caving in.

And love… love is where we diverge most. For me, love is everywhere. It’s in the shine of my eyes, like sunlight breaking through the darkest clouds. It’s in my laugh, echoing like the strings of a song I can’t name but always hum. It dances in my movements, in the sway of my body as if the world suddenly has rhythm.

But for her, love is more contained, more deliberate. It roots in her chest, warm and steady, as if her heart has found a rhythm it’s been searching for. It blossoms itself in her mind, making her thoughts softer, her words gentler. And while my love feels like butterflies in my stomach, hers feels like clarity a light in the darkness, guiding her home.

We’re the same, she and I, yet worlds apart. We share the same pain, but it wears different faces. We feel the same love, but it hums to different melodies,to different people.And in that difference, we are both human and infinite.

~K

[birazhazen]

İstediğin kadar hayal kur,

her hikayenin sonu yalnızlıktır.

[silent-insanities]

You shoot me down like it pains you to hear my voice.

[factorytested]

It’s gut wrenching to say goodnight to you for reasons that I don’t fully understand. Letting go isn’t really a skill I possess.

[for-flowers-sake]