hello!

hi all! i don’t really write poetry anymore, but today i went through some of my work from last year and i figured i’d share it with someone other than myself, i hope you like it!

ps: i used to write as a coping mechanism, so it’s v ent poetry. although it’s subjective, it could still be t riggering to some, so please proceed with caution! feedback is appreciated! thanks 💗

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21/10/2023

numbers h ang from their exposed stomachs

and noticeable solitude spirals down their bodies

i, the saviour

absorb all their pain

like no one could

i, the advisor 

say all the things that were not mine to be said

but theirs to be heard

i, the healer

fill their stomachs with love

and take all the numbers to myself

i, the b oney sponge

go to sleep

with all their fears encoded in my brain

i, the mindless bl eeder

hope all their worries

d rip down my w rist

i, the idiot

allow them to pull the t rigger

because i’ll do whatever it takes

for their stomachs to be full

of all the food that was removed from mine

numbers h ang from my covered stomach

and hidden solitude spirals down my body.