#sadgirlpoetry

[crooked-smile-girl]

117 pounds now

And she mocks me

Barreling through my door

“Wish I could lose weight like that.”

Thanks, I guess.

You fucking cunt

I could list a mountain of evidence

How much you resemble scum

But I don’t have the energy

So instead I meet her with sarcasm

“Oh just throw up for a week each month.”

Now I’m the bitch

And let it be so

I’m too tired to deal with assholes

#crookedsmilegirl #mental health #triggerwarning #dangerousthoughts #poetry #sadgirlpoetry #emotional abuse #emotional harm

[loveclub24]

If it all falls apart, I'll be moving to Silverlake

I've had this catch phrase recently that I've only been saying to myself

If it all goes to shit, I'm moving to Silverlake

To me, that's the place that will solve all my problems

that's the place where I will start over and reinvent myself

No one will know me, I can walk down the street with a spring in my step

I will be beautiful in Silverlake, I could hold my head high and listen to music in huge headphones as I walk into the grocery store

Stocking my cart with items that will surround me in my new life

I will be strong in Silverlake, I won't cry so much as I go on runs around the reservoir

I'll make cool friends and go to album release parties and dance with strangers

I won't look inward and think about whether or not I've made a grave mistake

I won't question whether or not I need to settle down because

I will be settled, I will be the queen of settling or this will be the sound of settling, whatever Death Cab said

If it all falls apart, I'm moving to Silverlake with a quiet mind and an open heart

#sadgirlpoetry

[eyes-everywhere69]

identity

I don't recall the last time I felt myself.

If I lived it again, would I know?

I don't recall the last time i associated myself with an identity that felt and laughed and cried;

Who is myself?

What is identity?

Is myself an identity?

A word with a meaning so lost that it clings to itself in other people and steals and merges and becomes;

Becomes an identity

Identity

Becomes myself

Myself

Can I call me ‘myself’ if I don't know who that is?

Have I met them before?

The word clouds my thoughts and censors my speech without understanding;

Me, of all people, should know

Myself

A word i live in

Yet a word i still cannot live for

A word i still cannot love;

A word i still cannot pronounce;

How can I hate someone I don't know?

-shark ☆

#poetry #writing #sadgirlpoetry #identity #girlblogging #depressed

[ssanjanawrites]

#poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #romanticpoetry #romanticpoems #loverspoetry #sadgirl #sadgirlpoetry #fyp #foryou #aesthetic #Instagram

[oliviapatrickpoetry-blog]

Love of a Life Time

In all of this dandalion you still pick me

In all of the stars you still see me.

In all of this people you still chose me.

In all of this dreams you still me your reality

In all of this chaos you still are my peace.

In all of this silence you're still my voice.

In all of this hurt you still endure with me.

In all of this moments you'd still want life with me

In all of life's greatest achievements, you're still the best decision I've ever made....

#poetry #Poem #sadgirlpoetry #Spotify

[hopelesssufferer]

I don’t think this is what I wanted… but it’s where I’m at.

I know this isn’t what I wanted… but it’s where I’m at.

What did I do to deserve this hand of cards?

#sadgirlpoetry

[hotmessanxietyexpress]

3:27am

always awake

a soul who never sleeps

always afraid

surely soon crisis creeps

always alone

so silently she weeps

#sadgirlpoetry

[oopsiedaisy25110400]

idc (i miss her so fucking much)

#sadgirlpoetry

[emotionalcontaigion]

This is something I wrote at 2am listening to Roslyn on repeat, I can’t really share it with anyone so I’m putting it on here

DATE OF EXPANSION

I’ve always had this feeling that I’ve never been destined to grow old

That my expiration date is simply sooner then everyone else’s

When I came into this wold I was 2 days out from beginning to sour

When I realised my place on this earth was to bring peace to others and have non left for myself

THE ROT SET IN

It started in my bones and I’ve felt it slowly consume every part of sense and soul since

I’m sure that by the end alls that will be left Is a shell, a carcass, fermented flesh dragged from one day to the next

I think the decay is becoming superficial enough for others to notice

So I’ve withdrawn, removed myself from people life’s one by one

It is the most selfless act I have ever made

I’ve released them from having to endure the stench that I must reek

Stoped the corruption of there lungs from the toxins that my body now permits

I’VE SURPASSED MY USE BY DATE

I’ve lost my taste, moisture, rising effect

Having nothing left to add or give to the existence of others

So now I’ll wait, I’ll wait for the last of my fingers and toes to be invaded by the black mould that grows

Holding onto the knowledge that once I have expired

Peace will finally be mine

-by me

#sadgirlpoetry #feelings #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts #tw sui ideation #axiety #Spotify

[moonmagics]

The aching chasm in my stomach before a violent storm

The release when the rain bursts from the atmosphere

Someone, please, someone

Make me feel that all the time

#myposts #poetry #sadgirlpoetry #hurricane season is v inspirational

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

i would write you a poem here, but i can't write poems, i'm really bad at it. also, the ones that i write (yes i do write even though they are bad i have to write my sadgirlpoetry i'm a regulus kinnie) are in polish. but i can write you my polish poem here and you can do what you want with it. maybe translate it in google translate or something. it would be probably even worse if google translate translated it, but i don't really care all that much, so here you have my poem:

anioły są zmęczone, anioły płaczą anioły nie mają już siły, anioły czują się wykorzystane anioły sobie nie radzą, anioły myślą o śmierci anioły łkają, szlochają i ukrywają swój ból anioły są samotne anioły myślą że są same anioły nie wiedzą że nie są same anioły nie wiedzą o innych anioły nie wiedzą ile łez wsiąkło w poduszki, ile blizn wyryto w ciałach, ilu nocy nie przespano, ile tajemnic wyjawiono, ilu przyjaciół zdradzono, ile śmierci, ile noży, ile skoków, ile obietnic, ile żył, przeciętych, ile notek, zostawionych, ile rodzin, w żałobie, ile pogrzebów, ile pożegnań, ile przeprosin, ile wierszy napisanych do szuflady, tylko dla siebie do ukrycia przed światem, do schowania, do ujawnienia, dopiero po śmierci, tyle śmierci. za dużo ich. anioły płaczą, bo nie wiedzą, i anioły płaczą, kiedy się dowiadują anioły się uśmiechają, mimo że nic nie jest w porządku nie mają nadziei że jeszcze kiedyś może będzie więc może my miejmy nadzieję

i'm not sure can you even consider it a poem, but i call it a poem. and it's not very good, but i like it, i'm a little bit proud of it, so i decided to show you.

<3

I hate myself for having to google translate it (my polish friend is still dead asleep) and bad?? You think that’s bad??? That’s one of the best poems I’ve ever read. I’m getting that printed and put on my wall.

You’re right to be proud of it <3

(I think Reggie would also love it, by the way)

[crooked-smile-girl]

I can’t help but feel

Like none of this is real

#crookedsmilegirl #mental health #triggerwarning #dangerousthoughts #sadgirlpoetry #poetry #cutters #emotional abuse #emotional harm

[loveclub24]

A While

It's been A While since I've written,

Summer's heat has forced a pause on introspection

Actually, that's a lie, I just have been avoiding the page

promising myself that I'll let open the gates of my brain to write

in a few minutes

Cut to, it's been A While, as you can see here

It's August and I'm constantly filled up by nostalgia

Feeling like I'm perpetually waiting for a summer that changes me

Makes me the person that I've always wanted to be

The year is halfway over - is there still time?

or will I perpetually be stuck in sameness,

Different locations have launched me into analysis:

have I grown since the last time I was here?

Am I the same? Am I different? Am I better? Am I worse?

I guess that is August for you

The feeling of things ending and things beginning in one moment

It's almost been a decade since I've turned 18

yet I'm still deep in the labyrinth

Gasping for air, searching for signs of the

Correct Path

#sadgirlpoetry

[janecoyote]

Haunt

Sometimes I wonder where time will place me 

after you are gone 

and your ghost continues to look over my shoulder 

Will I feel your skeletal kiss on my cheek

Will you still haunt me 

long after your ashes are lost to the wind. 

#sadgirlpoetry #sadgirlpoem #poetry #grief

[ssanjanawrites]

‼️TW‼️- this poem will talk about mental health issues, body image issues, and insecurity.

From a very young age, I was struggling with lots of body image issues, to my chubby cheeks and my long legs. I was always insecure about how I looked and how I would become, even if I ate a little bit of food. I was always influenced by skinny people like actresses, models, athletes, etc. I always wanted to be like them from head to toe. But what I didn’t realize is that everybody is different and that everybody is perfect in their own way, shape, and form. And you shouldn’t let anybody or yourself change how you perceive yourself, because you are beautiful and you shouldn’t think otherwise. And sure, if you feel like you need to improve your body, you do you bubu! Accomplish it! But I just want you to know you are wonderful just the way you are! And we both can go through this thing together, if you ever need a hand, I am there.

#mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthpoetry #bodyimageissues #bodyimagehealing #poetry #poetrycommunity #sadgirlpoetry #sadgirl #aesthetic #fyp #foryoupage

[amoureuvie]

I stare at burgandy drops in my sink

The color stark against the harsh white ceramic.

I lose myself, mesmerized by their slow descent

Down into the drain.

Whisper all your dreams to me

Through this dark night,

And maybe, I’ll share mine.

Our love can slowly grow

With each soft-spoken secret

And each kiss, your kiss, slows my mind

To a soft hum, insignificant in this moment.

Yes, this moment, which reaches out into infinity.

This moment of us, over and again

Forever

Until time stops.

There is only us.

There is only us.

Us, I suppose, until we too

Slip slowly down

Into that ever darkness

Where no more stars light our way,

No more whispers to quiet my thoughts,

We too shall move like drops into that

Everlasting darkness.

But I think, if there is a God,

Someone watching over us,

Maybe he shall let you hold me

Even as we fade away.

Drip drop, drip drop,

Down into the drain.

I was not made for life without you

And so cannot think of leaving it alone.

-keridwyn

#poetry #love #for you #sad #sadgirlpoetry #doyouwannasugarqueue #late night