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  • aidenjean 1w

    One day i will lie in bed
    And i will not notice
    the way it groans my under weight

    But instead i will listen to it sigh

    As it welcomes my bones and muscles,

    Understanding that i always
    deserve to make noise

  • aidenjean 1w

    Crossing the street
    without looking for car,
    lying in the sun
    without a drop of sunscreen,
    another shot of vodka
    at your regular bar,
    a cigarette drug from a stranger outside
    the shower nozzle turned,
    to the hottest setting self harm
    isn't always cutting your wrist open.

  • aidenjean 1w

    Today is the day,
    to stop pretending
    That you are okay with
    not being ok.

    Yesterday could have been the day
    You lied your last
    “I'm fine”

    Tomorrow could be the day
    you actually mean it.

    If you do not pull the weeds in the garden
    the flower will never grow.

  • aidenjean 5w

    Her wrists looks like
    a horror story,
    yet her lips taste like a poetry.

  • aidenjean 5w

    Would have preferred your memories,
    but the heartbreak you gave,
    would suffice.
    A bit of mercy would have been kind,
    for worst are the pains
    that are only healed by time.

  • aidenjean 5w

    Me?
    Ofcourse I talk to myself
    sometimes,
    I need expert advice.
    I'm not crazy,
    my reality is just
    different than yours.

  • aidenjean 6w

    Her story's written on her skin,
    an artwork of her pain,
    she tells herself the art's complete,
    but keeps adding lines again.

  • aidenjean 6w

    Your skin's not a paper, don't cut it.
    Your body's not a book, don't judge it.
    Your neck's not a coat, don't hang it.
    Your life's not a movie, don't end it.


    To the 1% who read this, love yourself.

  • aidenjean 7w

    Deadly

    What is deadly
    A gun or a thought?


    A gun gives you the opportunity,
    but a thought pulls the trigger.

  • aidenjean 7w

    I try to forget,
    but you grew roots in my rib cage
    and sprouted flower
    just below my collarbone.
    all day i pluck their petals,
    but i have not yet ascertained
    whether you love me
    or not.