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  • S3R3N3NinaYT shared Kraggle09's post
    Public • August 19, 2026, 11:22 am
    Cant believe he did that..
    Kraggle09
    Public • August 19, 2026, 10:12 am
    The allegations are true.
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  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 19, 2026, 10:34 am
    –Maybe I’m Crazy–



    Yeah,
    Here's a confession poem.
    These lines don't really rhyme,
    but I promise I'm trying,
    because you're constantly on my mind.

    You're living in my thoughts,
    and honestly,
    it's driving me crazy,
    Knowing I might not have you
    makes my heart feel heavy.

    I'm selfish,
    I'm fucking lost,
    because somehow you became
    the thought I can't turn off.

    Yeah,
    I wanna be your girl.

    The one you hug,
    the one who makes your stomach swirl.
    The one you think about
    when you're lying awake at night.

    The one who holds you close
    and makes everything feel right.

    My dear,
    I may be young.
    I may be fucking crazy.
    But maybe that's just how I love..
    too deeply,
    too intensely..

    I promise I'll try not to bite,
    if you promise you'll be mine..
    I promise I'll try to behave,
    if you promise your heart is safe.

    I tend to be jealous,
    I'll admit it.
    Sometimes the feeling gets too loud,
    and I don't know how to take it out..

    But not to you,
    of course..
    never you, my love..
    It's just the ugly side of jealousy
    when I'm scared I'm not enough.

    Because with you,
    I'm the happiest.

    When you speak,
    I laugh softly.
    I smile more.
    I feel like myself.
    And somehow,
    I don't feel as lost
    as I used to.

    I wasn't supposed to fall.
    I wasn't planning to.
    But then you saw me.
    You listened.

    You made me feel heard.

    And suddenly I'm wondering—

    Is this what being in love feels like?

    My stomach constantly swirling,
    my head full of butterflies,
    my thoughts running circles
    every time I look into your eyes.

    I could be standing
    in the middle of a crowded room,
    but somehow my eyes
    will always search for you.

    I try distracting myself.
    I try thinking of something else.

    I can't.

    Every road in my mind
    somehow leads back to you.

    I try to find another way
    to quiet down my head.
    Maybe I'll start smoking,
    just to drown out what you said.

    I know it's unhealthy as fuck.
    I know it isn't right.
    But when my thoughts get too loud,
    I just want some quiet for the night.

    I take a drag,
    watch the smoke disappear,
    pretending for a moment
    that my thoughts aren't here.

    It doesn't fix anything.
    It doesn't make me free.
    It only gives the chaos
    somewhere else to be.

    And maybe that's the saddest part..
    I know exactly what I'm doing.

    I just want one quiet moment
    when my mind isn't running back to you.

    But even through the smoke,
    I still think of your face.
    Even when I try to run,
    my thoughts still know your place.

    So I write instead.

    I turn all these feelings
    into words on a page,
    because sometimes a poem
    is the only way
    I know how to contain the rage.

    The jealousy.
    The butterflies.
    The fear.
    The excitement.
    All of it.

    Because you make me feel alive,
    and sometimes that's terrifying too.

    I don't know what happens next.
    I don't know if you'll choose me.
    I don't know if someday,
    I'll be the girl you want to see.

    But I know one thing

    I didn't expect you.
    I didn't expect to fall.
    I didn't expect
    to feel so seen.

    And now you're everywhere.
    In every thought,
    every dream,
    every stupid little smile
    I can't seem to hide.



    So maybe I'm crazy.
    Maybe I'm hopeless.
    Maybe I'm completely lost.

    But if loving you
    is what got me feeling alive again..

    then maybe being a little crazy
    --isn't the worst thing.

    Because that's why I wrote this.
    -Not because I know what to do.
    -Not because I know what you'll say.
    But because I can't keep all these feelings
    locked inside my head.

    So here is my confession,
    messy and imperfect but true

    I wanna be your girl.

    And maybe..
    just maybe…

    you wanna be mine too... ♡
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 19, 2026, 9:13 am
    – My Love, Please Stay? –

    She needs you.

    You are the only person
    she feels she can go to in this world,
    the one she searches for
    when everything around her
    starts becoming too loud.

    She needs you when she's hurting,
    when she's angry,
    when she's scared,
    and even when she's excited
    and has something wonderful to share.

    She really loves you.

    She waits every day
    for the little notification
    that tells her you've replied.
    She watches the clock,
    waiting for the exact moment
    you'll finally be free.

    And when your message appears,
    her whole face lights up.

    Like the sun came through the clouds.
    Like the world suddenly became beautiful again.
    Like for just a moment,
    everything is okay.

    You make her day
    without even realizing it.

    She rereads your messages.
    She remembers the little things you say.
    She carries your words around with her
    long after you've gone away.

    Because to her,
    you're not just somebody she talks to.

    You're the person
    she looks for
    when she doesn't know where else to turn.

    And when she hears
    how upset you are,
    something inside her shuts down.

    The smile disappears.
    The warmth fades.
    Her thoughts become quiet.

    It's like her whole soul
    steps outside her body,
    just to watch her heart break.

    Because she hates knowing
    that you're hurting.

    She'd take your sadness
    if she could.

    She'd carry your bad days
    in her own hands
    just so you could have one more day,
    where you could actually breathe.

    You are her sunshine.

    And when you leave,
    the sky feels darker.

    The colors fade.
    The laughter gets quieter.
    The world keeps moving,
    but something important
    feels missing..

    She knows the sun will rise again,
    but she still wishes
    you'd stay until morning.

    Because loving you
    has become her favorite feeling.

    And maybe she doesn't always know
    how to say it.

    Maybe she says too much.
    Maybe she cares too loudly.
    Maybe she waits too long
    for a single message.

    But every word means the same thing..

    -I love you.

    Every smile says it.
    Every message says it.
    Every second she waits for you
    says it too.

    So if you ever wonder
    whether you matter to her—

    you do.

    More than you know.

    You are the person
    she looks for in a crowded room,
    the name she hopes to see
    on her screen,
    the thought that makes her smile
    when nobody else can.

    And even on the days
    when she doesn't know what to say,

    her heart still whispers

    “I love you.”

    “Please stay.” ^^
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 18, 2026, 1:50 pm
    – Are You Mine? –

    Answer honestly,
    my love,
    Are you truly only mine?
    Look into my eyes and tell me
    that your heart belongs to mine.

    My love,
    do I scare you?
    Does my love hurt you?
    I don't mean to scare you,
    you're just so cute.

    Everything you say is poetry,
    every word pulls me in deep.
    The thought of you loving someone else,
    is enough to steal my sleep.

    Will you be mine?
    I think about you every day,
    at least a hundred times or more,
    and somehow every thought of you
    still leaves me wanting more.

    You know I loved you.

    This may get messy,
    I'm sure.
    My heart only beats and runs
    for the one that I adore.

    I might get brutal,
    for sure—
    I might become something you fear.
    But I'll do anything for you,
    my dear.
    Just be mine,
    and stay right here.

    Let's watch the world tear itself apart outside,
    while we disappear where the shadows hide.
    Let the sirens sing,
    let the whole world scream...
    I'll keep you beside me
    like you're part of a dream..

    They call me a monster,
    and a thief,
    but I'll gladly be their anchor of grief.
    Let them call me whatever they please
    I'll wear every name
    if it keeps you with me.

    If the path to your heart
    requires a blade,
    then I'll walk through the darkness
    without being afraid.

    I'll take every consequence,
    I'll make every choice
    But, through all the chaos
    I can still hear your voice.

    So—

    ignore the screaming and blood on the floor.

    I'm locking the outside world,
    outside our future door.

    Let them pound on the walls.
    Let them beg.
    Let them cry.
    Let them curse my name,
    beneath the unforgiving sky.

    Because when the door closes,
    it's only you and me.

    And love,
    that's exactly where I want us to be.

    No one can hurt you.
    No one can try.
    I'll keep you beside me
    under this heavy,
    unforgiving sky.

    It's a beautiful chaos,
    a terrifying design—
    but somehow the darkness
    looks beautiful when you're mine.

    And if you ever try to leave,
    I'll smile though I ache,
    because even the thought of losing you
    makes something inside me break.

    I don't want another.
    I don't want someone new.
    I don't want a world
    that doesn't have you.

    The thought of you caring
    for anyone else,
    makes me want to scream.

    How could they possibly love you
    the way that I do?

    How could they possibly know
    every strange little thing
    that makes you,
    you?

    So come closer, my love.
    Don't make me ask twice.

    You already know
    I'd pay any price.

    The world can have its freedom.
    The world can have its lies.

    But I want your heart
    when the stars leave the skies.

    So tell me, my love-

    Are you mine?

    Say it softly.
    Say it clearly.
    Say it like you mean it.

    Because I don't want to hear
    that you love somebody else.

    I want to hear your voice
    say only one thing:

    “I choose you.”

    And I'll smile.

    Because that's all I've ever wanted.


    Just love me..
    And only me..

    **THIS WAS A REMAKEEE AND IM IN LUVVV WITH IT**
  • zMaraaww
    Public • August 18, 2026, 12:30 pm
    did a bio redo :>
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 18, 2026, 9:54 am
    – Sweet Dreams –



    You're a fairy-tale inside my dream,
    a beautiful place I never want to leave.
    A world where nothing is as it seems,
    where you're the only thing I need to believe.

    I don't feel worthless,
    I don't feel pointless,
    I want to keep breathing just to impress you,
    to make you feel special,
    to make you feel better,
    to make every lonely moment feel new.

    I am finally able to breathe,
    because you're the only thing I see.
    I want to keep breathing just to earn your approval,
    just hoping you'll like me,
    for simply being me.

    I don't want to hide
    just to keep you alive,
    or pretend I'm someone else,
    just to keep you by my side.

    But that's the thing
    -with you,
    I can be me,
    No hiding,
    no pretending,
    no version of myself you need to see.

    I can be crazy,
    I can have strange dreams,
    I can say stupid things
    that make no sense to me.
    And I promise you'll be fine
    if you're mine,
    because I'll love every strange part
    you let me see.

    Where you are
    is where I go,
    through every high
    and every low.

    But tell me the truth,
    don't make me wonder...
    what would you do
    if I told you I love you?

    The way you talk
    gives me butterflies,
    the way you reply
    makes me feel like
    I mean something
    -to this cruel world outside.

    I don't want to creep you out,
    I don't want to scare you away,
    I don't want my love
    to become too much someday.

    So I'll give you a head start,
    I'll let you run free,
    I'll give you all the distance
    you could ever need.

    And then I'll let my love
    slowly catch up,
    not to trap you,
    not to hold you too tight—
    just to walk beside you
    through the rest of the nights.

    But when I wake,
    it's all just a dream...
    a beautiful little fantasy
    that was sweeter than it seemed.

    Smoking sounds like fun,
    but I'm already addicted to you,
    so I don't think I need
    another habit to get me through.

    I'll sit by my window,
    staring at posters on my wall,
    thinking about you
    until the silence starts to call.

    You make me overthink,
    but somehow the thoughts feel nice.
    For once,
    my mind is somewhere
    I wouldn't mind visiting twice.

    I wish I'd felt this good back then,
    before the nights became so long.
    Now somehow I feel lucky,
    like maybe I finally belong.

    I drink just to quiet the noise,
    to drown out my own voice,
    but even through the silence
    I still can't find the words
    to make the choice.

    --How do I tell you
    that I love you?

    How do I say it
    without ruining the dream?

    It's strange how my stomach
    swirls,
    and turns,
    how every thought of you
    makes my whole body burn.

    It makes me nervous.
    It makes me sick.
    It makes me smile
    --like an idiot.

    And somehow,
    I wouldn't change a thing.

    Because maybe love
    isn't supposed to make sense.
    Maybe it's butterflies,
    late nights,
    and words left unsaid..
    Maybe it's staring at the ceiling
    and wondering if you feel it too.
    Maybe it's writing a hundred lines
    that all lead back to you.

    So I just wish I had more time,
    more courage,
    more chances to make these words rhyme.
    I'd practice every confession,
    every nervous little line,
    until I finally found the courage
    to make your heart meet mine.

    But until that day comes,
    I'll close my eyes and dream..
    because you're still the sweetest part
    of every place I've seen, but unfortunately,
    --its only in my dreams.

    And maybe tomorrow
    I'll finally tell you what's true.

    But tonight?

    Sweet dreams,

    And i know in every one of mine,
    I'll find you. ♡
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 18, 2026, 8:19 am
    — Asshole —

    Fun fact!

    Humans are deuterostomes,
    which sounds awfully grand,
    but let me explain the science
    before you misunderstand.

    When we're developing in the womb,
    before we're fully formed,
    one opening comes before the other,
    that's simply how we're born.

    The anus comes first,
    the mouth comes after,
    so for a little while
    we're nothing but a disaster.

    No thoughts,
    no words,
    no way to complain,
    just a tiny little asshole
    waiting for a brain.

    And isn't that amazing?
    Nature's little joke..
    we start as an asshole
    before we're even fully grown.

    Some people evolve,
    they learn,

    they grow,
    they develop empathy
    and eventually know,-->

    “How do I treat people kindly?”
    “How do I not make them cry?”
    “How do I act like a decent human
    instead of asking why?”

    But some never make it
    quite that far,
     I fear.

    They gain a mouth,
    they gain a voice,
    they gain another year.

    Yet somehow,
    through evolution,
    through childhood
    and adulthood too,

    -they remain exactly what they started as
    nothing but an asshole.

    --Nina--
    Prince_Wafflezzz beautiful poetry about assholes
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-18 09:00:00
    lmao, thanksss :D many would need to hear this
    Prince_Wafflezzz • 2026-08-18 08:44:31
    beautiful poetry about assholes
  • zMaraaww
    Public • August 18, 2026, 12:47 am
    And MoonCatLOLZ i think in like 2-3 days ur skin req will be coming (i cant do it bc im rare on my pc bc of school)
    MoonCatLOLZ • 2026-08-18 08:12:53
    Yey
  • zMaraaww
    Public • August 18, 2026, 12:47 am
    Im bored agian-
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 17, 2026, 10:52 pm
    --Until you believe me--

    “You crying is not going to make me feel bad.”

    That’s how it starts,
    that’s how it always starts,
    when you can’t help but burst into unwanted tears
    because of the tone of their voice,
    or how close they are getting to you,
    or how your traumatic memories
    come rushing back at the perfectly wrong time.

    “You crying is not going to make me feel bad.”

    Little do you know,
    that just makes me cry harder,
    makes the room feel smaller,
    makes every breath feel farther.

    Because you think these tears are on purpose,
    you think these tears are for you.
    But they aren’t.
    They never were.

    They're what happens
    when my body remembers
    what my mind tries to forget,
    when old wounds open,
    without ever being touched yet.

    And over time,
    letting all your tears out...
    just isn't enough..

    So the tears start changing,
    They find different ways to speak,
    when your voice becomes too weak.

    You hide the hurt.
    You swallow the pain.
    You smile through mornings,
    and break down again.

    And when someone finally notices,
    they don't ask what happened.
    They ask what is wrong with you.

    “Why would you do this?”
    “How could you do this to me?”

    Me?

    How do you manage to make
    my pain about you?

    How can you look at someone drowning,
    and complain that the water
    is getting your clothes wet?

    Suddenly,
    I'm back to square one.
    The tears begin building again,
    and I don't know where to run.

    “This attention seeking thing
    happening with you recently
    is so pathetic.”

    That's what you said.

    And somehow the pain
    isn't proof enough.

    It's always:

    “You're doing it for attention.”
    "Your not considering who your hurting"
    “You don't even care
    whether it's positive or negative.”

    It's always attention.

    Until the days become heavier,
    until getting out of bed
    feels like climbing a mountain,
    until food loses its meaning,
    until sleep becomes an escape
    from everything you can't face.

    “You're so lazy.”

    No.

    I'm tired.

    There's a difference
    you never cared to understand.

    And the months go on,
    and you become quieter,
    not better.

    You learn how to disappear
    while standing right in front of them.
    You laugh when you're supposed to,
    say “I'm fine” when you're not,
    and become an expert
    at hiding every thought.

    -Because,
    why explain yourself
    when you've already learned
    that nobody listens?

    And then one night,
    everything becomes too much.

    The relapse is deeper
    than you ever meant it to be.

    Suddenly,
    there are bright hospital lights,
    quiet footsteps in the hall,
    questions you don't know how to answer,
    and people finally looking at you
    like something is wrong.

    Something is wrong.

    Now they believe you.

    Now they finally see
    that the tears were never a game,
    that the silence was never okay,
    that you weren't begging for attention...

    -you were begging for someone
    to notice you were hurting.

    And isn't that the cruelest part?

    They believed you
    when you were finally breaking,

    ..when they should have believed you
    when you were shaking.

    They should've listened
    before the scars,
    before the hospital,
    before the silence became loud enough
    to frighten them.

    Because sometimes
    a person doesn't need attention.

    They need understanding.

    They need someone to stay.

    They need someone to say,

    “I believe you.”

    Before the pain,
    has to become impossible to ignore.
    Sophisticated_Trashcan Insane first impression XD I must say, I love the imagery and feelings this work invokes. Is this work based off per...
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-17 23:38:01
    nah, never went to a hospital bc of that lol, and nope, I just got bored and went through my google docs and found old poems TT and well, I suppose it makes ppl like get the theme of it lol
    Sophisticated_Trashcan • 2026-08-17 23:35:13
    Insane first impression XD

    I must say, I love the imagery and feelings this work invokes.
    Is this work based off personal experience, or perhaps a friend's? Or is it a work to bring attention to these kinds of situations and such?
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 17, 2026, 10:45 pm
    *I WAS SO FUCKING BORED AND FOUND OLD STUPID POEMS IN MY GOOGLE DOCS. ENJOY*

    -You Said Forever-

    I'm so sorry I was attached to you,
    I'm sorry I wanted to talk to you every day,
    I'm sorry I pissed you off
    for every little thing I’d say.

    I never meant to be a burden,
    never meant to make you stay,
    I just wanted to be loved by you—
    I just wanted you to choose me every day.

    You said we were forever,
    you said you'd never leave,
    so I held onto every promise,
    every word I chose to believe.

    But somewhere along the way,
    your words began to change.
    The person who once held me close
    started feeling so far away.

    You told me to grow up,
    to listen to myself,
    to stop looking for your comfort
    and learn to find it somewhere else.

    But how am I supposed to forget
    the things you told me to believe?
    How do I stop reaching for your hand
    when you're the one who taught me not to leave?

    I gave you all my patience,
    all my time and all my trust.
    I thought if I loved you carefully,
    you'd never turn to dust.

    Maybe I held on far too tightly,
    maybe I wanted you too much.
    Maybe I mistook your promises
    for something built to last.

    And I'm sorry for the messages,
    the questions, and the tears.
    I'm sorry that I needed you
    through all those lonely years.

    But I wasn't trying to own you.
    I wasn't asking for the world.
    I just wanted to feel important
    to the person who once called me their girl.

    So I'll try to listen to myself,
    like you told me I should do.
    And maybe growing up means learning
    that I can't keep chasing you.

    I'll miss you in the quiet,
    I'll miss you when nights are long.
    I'll miss the way you made me feel
    like maybe I belonged.

    But you said we were forever,
    and forever came undone.
    So maybe this is growing up—
    learning to let go of someone
    who once felt like the one.

    I'm still sorry I was attached to you.
    I'm still sorry I cared this way.
    But I won't apologize forever
    for wanting someone to stay.

    You said we were forever.

    I believed you.

    And maybe that's the part
    I'm still learning to forgive.
    Sophisticated_Trashcan I must say, and not to dunk on your other poem, but I like this one more. You see; I'm a sucker for rhyme and rhythm,...
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-17 23:58:31
    tysmmm!! :D and I love poems that rhyme and have a heavy meaning
    Sophisticated_Trashcan • 2026-08-17 23:43:45
    I must say, and not to dunk on your other poem, but I like this one more.

    You see; I'm a sucker for rhyme and rhythm, and this one does it quite nicely!
    I like it not only for the message and story it tells, which itself is great, but how it's structured as well.

    So in short;good job all-round
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 17, 2026, 10:39 pm
    — As Long As You Hold My Hand —

    I don't want to know another soul,
    with you,
    my search has reached its goal.
    I love you because my heart chose you,
    and somehow my mind knows you'll choose me too.

    From sleepless nights,
    to loving life,
    from endless darkness,
    into light.
    From days of sadness,
    cold.
    and gray,
    to laughing without pretending "I'm okay."

    You made me feel like I could breathe,
    like there was more for me to see.
    I stopped believing I was flawed,
    when loving you felt close to God.

    I used to stare at every scar,
    and wonder why I felt so far
    from every perfect thing I'd see,
    until you made me feel like me.

    They say perfection doesn't exist,
    but somehow I found it in your kiss.
    Because when someone loves you true,
    the broken parts don't feel so bruised.

    Being loved is feeling whole,
    like someone finally knows your soul.
    It's watching every awful thing
    slowly lose the weight it used to bring.

    So I don't need another name,
    I don't need another flame.
    My heart has chosen where to stay,
    and I don't want to turn away.

    And if the road becomes unkind,
    I'll still keep your hand in mine.
    If every star above us falls,
    I'll find you waiting through it all.

    Take me through the darkest night,
    I'll follow you without a fight.
    And if the world turns cold and cruel,
    I'll still believe in me and you.

    You could drag me straight to hell,
    through every fire,
    every spell—
    I wouldn't care where we might land,
    as long as I'm still holding your hand.

    Because heaven isn't where I need to be,
    if you're the one who's there with me.
    And even if the flames begin,

    I'd choose your hand.
    I'd choose you.
    Again and again.

    -Nina- <33
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 17, 2026, 4:00 pm
    -✧-𝕀𝕗 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝔾𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜-✧-

    Deep down you wanna hurt him too,
    To rip and
    squeeze his heart apart like he did to u.
    You want the pain he caused to twist
    and sting,
    If only going back in time was a thing.
    Then maybe she could’ve reworded the things she said,
    Erasing all the bitter truths and tears she had shed,
    And maybe he would’ve stayed right by her side,
    Instead of leaving memories,
    where broken hopes collide.
    Then her mind would finally have peace,
    And somewhere to smile at with ease.
    A quiet place where shadows wouldn't grow,
    Far from the heavy grief that started long ago.
    But—
    he's gone,
    he chose his path,
    Leaving her alone to face the silent aftermath.
    The choices made,
    have left a bitter trace,
    And locked away the dreams they can't replace.
    It hurts knowing he's probably happier without me,
    Locked out of a future that we’ll never get to see.
    I hope that maybe he has peace,
    far from the stormy breeze,
    But now—
    the shadows fall,
    and I can't smile with ease.
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 17, 2026, 12:11 pm
    𓆩♡𓆪--𝔹𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕐𝕠𝕦--𓆩♡𓆪

    I could bleed out right in front of you,
    And still wouldn't cry out for help,
    or a clue.
    I would keep my smile,
    and laugh through the harms,
    Wanting so badly to be held in your arms…

    But you're gone,
    vanished from sight,
    You're the reason I'm bleeding into the night.
    You're the reason I'm fading,
    and dying today,
    I would die in front of you,
    and you'd just walk away.

    You'd break every single promise you made,
    Watching the light in my life fade.
    And you still turn the gun over directly to me,
    Like it had always been me,
    as far as you see.

    I hope you love me too,
    But I don't seem to be enough for you.
    I'll lose myself in what I do,
    Before I actually,
    truly lose you..

    You simply tell me not to cry,
    Saying you can't continue this kind of life,
    That you want to leave before you destroy me—
    but that's a lie.

    You destroy me when you lie,
    When you say you simply want to die.
    It makes me feel like I failed inside,
    Failed to keep you alive,
    To keep you smiling and happy through the tide.
    But you left,
    you walked out the door,
    Yet you're never truly gone,
    I just miss you even more.

    Even though you are out of my view,
    EVERYTHING reminds me of you.
    The moon in the room,
    The roses that bloom,
    The shadows that take your form in the gloom.
    You're not gone,
    the memories track,
    But I know you're not coming back.
    You left all the blame to the slits on her body,
    the scars so cold,
    The hate in her life,
    the stories untold.
    The way she carries the weight all by herself,
    in the night,
    The blade makes everything help,
    promising to help take away the pain,
    taking the light.

    You wrecked my life,
    now I can barely breathe or respond,

    You're never truly gone..
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 17, 2026, 11:54 am
    『❀』𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕡『❀』

    I could sit here all day,
    Remembering the words you used to say.
    Writing them all down on my wrist,
    Locking my thoughts inside the blade and each slit.
    But hating me would have been better than this,
    A cold reality instead of this shit.


    You probably forgot I exist,
    while your ghost is the only thing I can't resist.
    But tell me the truth, what is it you would do?
    What would you do if I told you I love you?


    He left me here,
    He left me to wither.
    I'm starting to rot,
    trapped inside the shadow of a love that he shot.
    The way he talks gave me butterflies,
    Even if it's only bullshit lies.
    But I don't give a damn,
    I only want to hold his hand.


    He loves me,
    He loved me not..

    He left me right here,
    Left me to rot.
    I picked the petals,
    And watched them drop.
    He's with me still,
    Inside my head.
    And when I'm done thinking,
    The flowers are dead.
    I never gave a damn,
    I only wanted to hold his hand.


    He loved me-

    He loved me not…
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 16, 2026, 10:12 am
    ׺°”˜`”°º×𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖׺°”˜`”°º×


    You try to look ahead and find a spark,
    But you look at the path and decisions in the dark.
    And see nothing but people in a crowded space,
    Glaring,
    staring,
    Fighting,
    And hating in this bitter place.

    With judging eyes that never seem to blur,
    Until the blade upon the desk starts comforting her.
    It’s the same routine that happens every single night,
    Ugly glares and people being mean beneath the light.

    The dose of meds begin to multiply and grow,
    As the hours start to freeze and the heavy shadows show.
    The amount of sleep decreases as the cold day dies,
    And the world becomes a prison of repeating lies.
    The voices get louder,
    echoing inside her brain,
    The blade shines brighter,
    promising to dull the pain.
    An endless cycle spinning in a crowded cage,
    --
    And then she’s right back to the exact same page.
  • RafiMuzakiReal
    Public • August 16, 2026, 8:15 am
    Hello everyone, it's me my cat kitty and your friends you see this
    int32 • 2026-08-19 07:50:53
    the icon of a discord server I was part of :)
    astral_roses aw, cute!
    RafiMuzakiReal • 2026-08-18 02:31:59
    okay
    astral_roses • 2026-08-18 00:26:22
    aw, cute!
    PingvoMC kitty looks like a sweet cat
    RafiMuzakiReal • 2026-08-16 08:46:56
    yeah, thank you
    PingvoMC • 2026-08-16 08:43:59
    kitty looks like a sweet cat
    SoapSoapSoap Hello, RafiMuzakiReal
    RafiMuzakiReal • 2026-08-16 08:34:00
    Yeah
    SoapSoapSoap • 2026-08-16 08:24:17
    Hello, RafiMuzakiReal
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 14, 2026, 11:28 am
    ⛧⃝—ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ—⛧⃝



    What if she was more lovable?

    Would her small soul find a real home?

    She hates waking up every morning,

    Knowing that she's just a worthless walking bone,
    meat creature called "Human."

    What if she had cared less?
    Would he have stayed?

    She stares at her arms and legs.
    The scissors on the counter give a rush of urge in her nerves
    She knows she shouldn't do it,
    But she can't help the urge.

    They remind her of you,
    How you once cared...
    Or was that also a blur?

    What if she didn't wake one day,
    Would anyone care?

    What if she went missing,
    Would anyone look or be there?

    Tired, broken, exhausted, and worn..
    What if she gave up right in front of you,
    Would you watch as she tears herself apart?
    As the Actions speak for her words that will not?

    She tried to fix everything,
    To make things good again...
    But she always fucks everything up,
    And then everything gets worse in the end.

    What if one day she stopped trying?
    What if she stopped crying,
    And instead started staring?
    If she stopped complaining,
    And started following?
    Dry hi’s, no more fights?
    What if she just stopped?

    The urge consumes her nights.
    Her arms and legs were full of pure guilt,
    As her parents sob at what they built,
    And ask why the hell?

    The patients in her parents fade slowly,
    Like a ringing bell.
    The dose of pills multiply,

    As the days roll by.
    The dose of energy decreases,
    As her spirit breaks to pieces,
     Listening to the reply with cruel words such as,
    “This girl wants the wrong fucking attention.”


    When I ask for help or show the signs,
    I get called selfish for crossing lines,
    When I clearly fucking need help.


    She stutters talking about her struggles,
    Trapped inside her heavy bubbles,
    Because she knows she won’t get better...
    She tries their advice to look ahead,
    And "think of something nice" instead.
    But the view ahead has no more stairs...
    It doesn't have a single light,
    It’s dark and cold, a heavy night,
    All the light consumed by my present.

    She can't continue the next chapter...

    The scissors she had in her hand take over,
    Stripping away any hope of laughter.

    The shadows grow and the silence stays,
    Lost within a heavy maze,
    Surrendering to a difficult fate.

    Searching for a way to cope,
    While barely holding onto hope.
    The quiet returns as the night is done,
    Waiting for the morning sun,
    And drifting off to sleep,
    In a silence dark and deep,
    While the secrets stay to keep.


    She takes a hot shower in the morning light,
    But her mind is heavy, trapped inside the night.
    She feels the weight of everything she brought her,
    As her body stings under the rushing water.


    What if she could have talked about it all?

    Would she still feel the shadows start to fall?

    Would the heavy guilt still rest upon her shoulders,

    Growing colder as the day grows older?

    What if she keeps thinking, trapped inside her head?

    Will the heavy shadows fill her mind with dread?

    With only the echo of the words unsaid?

    Will she still end up broken, staring at the floor,

    Trapped inside a bedroom she can't bear to look at anymore?


    She cant continue her chapter anymore..
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 13, 2026, 5:31 am
    Tysmmm xLilbuzzybee for the huge spam !!! <33
  • zMaraaww
    Public • August 13, 2026, 12:08 am
    AHHH thx iLMDDz for the spam ^^
    iLMDDz • 2026-08-13 00:15:04
    np!!^^
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