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The clock hits twelve. A new set of 365 sunrises and sunsets has arrived And may the sunrise offer happiness And may the moon offer me forg...
I wish I was petite and cute But I will always be jagged around the edges and exploding with emotion I wish I was the kind of girl you̵...
I know deep inside, I am not the child my parents wanted. I can tell by the way they look into my eyes, because theirs glaze over, and by th...
I don’t know when it happened, or why it happened. You just stopped. There were no more phone calls in the middle of the night when you c...
There was a boy, who lost pieces of himself in the lines of books, he made a home in the comfort of words. He found himself slowly wishin...
When god became lonely he created man, Or was it When man became lonely he created god.
One day, you’ll know and it will all make sense.
And I guess we will never know how it got to this. From good morning texts to silence. From you being the centre of my world to you pulling ...
We don’t speak anymore But I hope you’re doing well
I am always going to love you. But I have to move on because this love is killing me.
Depression is not Lana Del Rey music, with smeared black eyeliner and tears running down your face. It is not a blood-stained tub, or the bl...
Dear Mom and Dad, I’ve told you time and time again that I could not remain on this earth, That the dust in my ribcage needs to retu...
Call me And tell me you miss me. Call me And tell me  How your bones are brittle. That they are aching to be held By hands that are calcium...
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I know you think that we were meant to be together, and I believed that too, for a while. But I think we’re trying too hard to keep somethin...
Before you even notice, you will have settled. You will enjoy your Monday morning coffee and think it’s just what you needed to start your ...
I get this awful feeling that you have stopped loving me. I don’t know how it happened or what it felt like but I know that if I reached ou...
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All the things I did wrong: I: I relied on someone for my happiness. II: I love people more than I love myself. III: I never asked for he...