#teenage poems

[nobodyspoetess]

Rotten child

You don't understand. 

You don't even try to.

Your empty gaze is telling me all I need to know. 

My madness is a defense against grief.

“Where does it hurt?” the question echoes.

“Everywhere and nowhere, everything and nothing”, I whisper and shake my head.

And I can't cry. 

I am alive and I'm a wound that's always bleeding.

I can't return to my father's home.

I am not the same kid.

My soul is broken edges and a torrent of blood. 

This is not my home anymore.

I want gentle mercy.

My heart is covered in scars.

I want someone to cup my face in their hands

and whisper to me, “you're the world.”

I'm always suffering in my brain

and a storm is raging in me.

I desire carelessly, with warmth in the dreams.

I give up with despair, having frozen my insides myself.

“And why are you doing this?” the question in the wound echoes again. “Why do you destroy yourself?”

I take a deep breath and look up to the sky.

“So they can't destroy me completely.”

I don't comment on which monsters broke me.

I want warmth!

Someone who can accept me as a bleeding soul, heal the pain.

Someone to accept the rotten kid.

To love it and warm it. 

To break the fears. 

To clean me from my suffering.

To hold my rough hand in the silence.

To understand my screams and erase my tears.

Someone, please!

Please…

[bliblically-accurate-raccoon]

i’ve been bed rotting in a decidedly self destructive way lately

being and nothingness, jean-paul sartre // the metamorphosis, franz kafka // i am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon // albert camus // as consciousness is harnessed, susan sontag // ralph waldo emerson // allen ginsberg // tennesse williams // letters to felice, franz kafka // sylvia plath

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[v1rginsu1cidal]

There are roses in between my thighs

And fire that surrounds you˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆༉‧₊˚.

[h3llis4teenageg1rl]

that diary the only best friend, really

[444prilsbae]

i understood this at age fourteen and i do now

creds: @/sammie.jpg333 on ig

[starbelliedgirled]

“Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine” -Mary Oliver, ‘Wild Geese’

[trashraccoongirl]

[pinkiepilum]

What I want back is what I was.

-Sylvia Plath

[chloelovesu]

[where-she-dwells]

It always does...

[nobodyspoetess]

Me

“This is me,’’

I whisper in the dark, 

my voice clear and echoing in the silence,

as I touch my reflection.

“This is me,’’

I repeat and tremble under my own gaze.

“Am I finally getting set for success?’’

And the quiet is like a mantra in my content.

Have I ever been closer? 

Has one of my wars finally come to an end?

Is the wound’s blood on the snow melting away with the snowmen?

The blood in my mind has begun to feel like a warm summer breeze. 

I feel like I’m flying above pure white clouds.

It’s the feeling of thinking you’re meant for the greatest things.

The ache is healed and the wounds are bandaged gently,

the warmth has spread through all my bones and has kissed my cheeks.

I am bathing under the sun’s rays, 

feeling the outside’s cold as it tells me I am living, 

and I’m not setting myself aside ever again,

as my pride hugs my bare bones.

My soul is washed and I am not dying, 

I am observing the sea from the beach with a wide smile,

and my wigs are big and colorful,

and the hyacinths in my garden are beautiful and lively. 

It’s January and the cold is welcomed by me.

It keeps snowing outside and the pureness of the snow reminds me of my dreams.

I’m getting older in a few days and I’m happy.

The words feel foreign, but nice on my tongue. 

I’m back to the carefree days.

The change isn’t noticeable - I am me, always will be me,

and I am a person, not a monster. 

I am holding my joy in my hands and caressing its existence.

The world is beautiful.

The stars are telling me I am doing good.

I close my eyes and don’t cry.

My reflection is proud of me.

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[v1rginsu1cidal]

I feel so alone on a Friday night

Can you make it feel like home

If I tell you you're mine?༘♡₊˚.˚୨୧⋆｡ೄྀ࿐

[blond1ebombshell]

[prettilysarcastic]

I hope you know that we are always gonna be connected