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  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • October 8, 2026, 5:57 pm
    I dead ass cant w this anymore, sorry y'all. I when I wanted help I never got it, now I don't want help and they want to help. fucked up. and I'm never going back to a mental hospital, their fucking insane,
    cant do it no more.
    Vulxr • 2026-10-08 21:57:32
    Hey pls don't do anything :( No one wants you gone. A lot of ppl support you on here! Trust me idk ur situation but one day in the future it will get bette
    JermLion • 2026-10-08 18:50:22
    leaving wont fix anything alright?
    as shitty as it is, it'll only make things worse
    i promise you this, things WILL get better
    ItzLilliana • 2026-10-08 18:46:07
    HEY HEY-
    I AM HERE FOR YOU GIRL
    stop

    js BREATHE
    think abt the ppl that care
    hm?
    give them a BURDEN
    nonono
    do NOT do it
    there is so much to live for
    pls
    js stay...
    its gonna be ok
    yk i am here for you
    yk you can lean on me
    i WILL help
    dont do it pls..

    life is ass, as i say all the time
    but it WILL get better
    pls
    trust those words

    it may take days, weeks, months, years
    but god has a plan for you
    and it is NOT death
    death is a door..
    but its one that locks when you enter it
    pls bro
    js stay..
    it'll get better
    i promise you
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • September 7, 2026, 11:47 am

    –New starts–



    New starts,
    Well isn't that fun.
    To “move on” or
    To “forget it all.”
    It's easier to say it,
    To say “forget it,”
    But I think it's funny..
    ..Of course it was one or two of them..
    But not all of them..


    How do you look at a person drowning,
    And complain the water is getting you wet???
    How?
    How do you watch someone sinking
    And tell them to swim?
    How do you call it “moving on”
    When they're still trapped within?


    This isn't a fairy-tale,
    This isn't some dream,
    This isn't “make it, and believe.”
    This is a world,
    This is “LIFE.”
    THIS IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE,
    And trust me,
    It's not fucking nice.
    But you want me “better,”
    You want your daughter sunshine and rainbows,
    Not a fucking tide?
    Not waves that drag her down,
    Not storms that follow her around?


    But yeah!
    “New starts,”
    She says as she smokes one.
    “New starts,”
    I mumble as I walk
    Toward the shining blade,
    Like maybe its reflection
    Could wash the darkness away.


    “I love new starts,”
    I cry out alone in the night,
    But nothing about this
    Ever feels right.
    A colorful new start,
    Painted over the gray,
    A pretty little promise
    That tomorrow will change.


    New starts…..
    I say in my mind,
    But her eyes seem heavy,
    Her mind foggy.
    N-New starts……………
    She whispers again,
    Like if she says it enough,
    She'll finally believe it.


    The blade catches the moonlight,
    Cold against the room,
    And every little promise
    Seems to disappear too soon.
    “New starts,” she mutters,
    A phrase she can't defend,
    A beginning she wanted,
    But an ending she can't mend.


    The room grows quiet.
    The night carries on.
    The world doesn't notice
    When something is gone.
    No dramatic music,
    No angels, no sign,
    Just silence settling
    At the end of the night.


    And morning comes anyway.
    God, isn't that cruel?
    The sun keeps on shining
    Like it never knew.


    They call it a tragedy.
    They call it a shame.
    They whisper her name
    And then look away.


    But somewhere beneath
    All the words they say,
    Is the truth they ignored
    When she begged them to stay.


    “New starts…”
    She thought one last time,
    A phrase that once promised
    Everything would be fine.


    Maybe it wasn't a new start.
    Maybe it never could be.
    Maybe “moving on”
    Wasn't as simple as they made it seem.


    And that's the funniest part
    After all that she said,
    They wanted a new beginning,
    But she never got one instead.


    New starts…..
    Such a beautiful lie.
    Easy to say
    When you're not the one
    Trying to survive.
    BananaManXD_22 • 2026-10-01 20:07:20
    Oh my god, this poem was actually one of the most beautiful things I've read. This was very eye-opening and maybe even comforting for many. You've set out a very loud cry, loud enough for people to hear and understand. A cry so fierce that some wouldn't feel so alone, and the fact that you shared is very honorable and brave. You would be a beautiful author!

    Hope you're doing well ☺️❤️‍🩹
    User6219927G • 2026-09-08 17:45:03
    AIDEN
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • September 7, 2026, 11:46 am
    I made a poem for my mom <3 what she believes, but what I believe
    Prototype1006Minecraft • 2026-09-07 12:16:11
    Good job
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • September 4, 2026, 10:20 am
    mental hospitals are shit, litterly hell, we go their to "feel better" BUT I COME OUT 100x MORE DEPPRESED, I didn't get better, and its all a fucking lie
    S3R3N3NinaYT yup for a week
    planetminecraft1 • 2026-09-06 10:38:56
    ouu shi
    planetminecraft1 so you went to a mental hospital
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-09-06 09:47:58
    yup for a week
    xkay • 2026-09-05 18:47:01
    so true frfr
    planetminecraft1 • 2026-09-04 15:36:52
    so you went to a mental hospital
    DJ343589 • 2026-09-04 15:21:41
    very true
    _SirJudah_ • 2026-09-04 12:19:16
    :o
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • September 3, 2026, 11:56 am
    – Cigarette 8 –


    Cigarette one,
    lungs laugh softly,
    eyes look around,
    while the silence settles down.

    Cigarette two,
    lungs feel okay,
    no longer laughing,
    no longer smiling away.

    Cigarette three,
    eyes look around,
    lungs lost the smile,
    and her mind doesn't care anymore—
    not even for a while.

    Cigarette four,
    pill three,
    eyes puffy,
    tears flow free.

    Cigarette five,
    she stares.
    She asks why.
    She asks herself,
    “What the fuck?”
    Her hands shake softly,
    her thoughts move slowly,
    but still unknowingly,
    she keeps going..

    Cigarette six,
    she shakes softly,
    then cries hard,
    then holds herself.
    And she laughs softly and says,
    “It's okay.
    You'll be alright.”
    But deep down,
    she knows she's lying,
    while every little smile
    feels like she's dying.

    Yeah—
    Cigarette seven.
    She doesn't give a fuck.
    Her mind slows,
    her lungs burn,
    her eyes hurt,
    her tears pour.
    The room becomes quieter,
    the walls begin to blur,
    her thoughts become distant,
    like she's already somewhere else,
    somewhere she can't return.

    She thinks about you.
    Her bunny.
    Her love.
    The person she would've stayed for.
    The one she would've fought for.

    Then—
    Cigarette eight.
    Her mind stops.
    Her eyes close.
    The room goes silent.
    The shattered bottles remain
    scattered across the floor,
    while the silence grows louder
    than it ever was before.

    Her phone buzzes.
    One message reads:
    “Hi my love,
    You up?”

    ...
    No answer.

    Well—
    I would've preferred
    to disappear in your arms.
    That way, even if I were denied
    by the pearly gates,
    I'd already have paradise
    in your gaze,
    your gentle hands,
    your voice saying my name,
    the only place
    I'd ever want to stay.

    I built my own fantasy
    before I left.
    My own dream.
    My own world.
    But you were real.
    I just had to stay
    a little longer.

    The lungs burn.
    The eyes stay closed.
    The mind is quiet.
    The thoughts are gone.
    And the pack of cigarettes
    is still sitting there,
    halfway done.

    The phone keeps glowing.
    Your message is still there.
    “Hi my love,
    You up?”

    But she isn't.
    She can't answer.
    She can't smile.
    And maybe that's the cruelest part—
    She can't tell you she's okay.

    The screen still glows in the dark,
    but her side of the conversation
    will stay silent forever…
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 23, 2026, 5:20 pm
    — The Last Page —

    The last page…

    This may be her last page,
    This may be her last rhyme,
    Last melody,
    Last sigh…
    She loves someone,
    Someone special and so fucking kind,
    Her bunny,
    Her person to call ‘mine.’

    Yeah,
    She's rough,
    She bites,
    She tends to forget,
    That “love” isn't supposed to hurt,
    Isn't supposed to leave someone scared,
    Isn't supposed to make them regret
    Every word, every touch,
    Every moment they shared.
    But she forgets.

    The darkness on the desk calls her name,
    Whispering softly,
    Playing its game.
    She stares at the blade,
    Then looks away,
    Pretending tomorrow
    Will somehow be okay.

    Her scars tell stories
    She refuses to say,
    Little reminders
    Of darker days.
    She hides them beneath sleeves,
    She hides them from sight,
    Then lies to the people
    Who ask if she's alright.

    This isn't supposed to rhyme,
    But she stays up all day,
    All night,
    Making sure each line fucking dies.
    The last bottle,
    Last cigarette,
    Last rhyme,
    Last everything
    She thought she'd ever write.

    Some people made her life easier,
    Some people helped her breathe,
    But sometimes it won't help,
    Sometimes she wants to leave.
    Not to think,
    Not to feel,
    Just to let her fucking mind
    Take control of what's real.

    So this is her last page,
    Or so the story goes,
    A girl full of darkness
    That nobody knows.

    Yuhp..

    She will be your “angel,”
    Your “sweetheart,”
    Your person to call your own,
    But what will you call her now,
    When she's finally gone?

    Her world seems to collapse
    When one thing goes wrong,
    One little moment
    Can ruin her whole song.
    One thought becomes ten,
    Ten become a storm,
    And suddenly the darkness
    Feels strangely warm.

    She takes a shower,
    Lets the water burn,
    Trying to wash away
    The things she can't unlearn.
    She forgets to eat,
    Forgets how to care,
    Forgets that somebody
    Would notice she's there.

    And sometimes she looks down
    At the marks she conceals,
    Wondering how something so quiet
    Can show what she feels.
    She calls them mistakes,
    Then calls them her proof,
    That she's been fighting
    Behind every truth.

    This poem is also on the wall,
    A final sentence beneath it all.
    The last page to her chapter,
    The last script to her shit show,
    A story full of darkness
    That nobody will know.

    Now,
    I hope and pray
    That my name is forgotten,
    That my stories are burned
    And my memories soften.
    That they leave fallen petals
    At the place where I lay,
    Pale flowers of gray
    For the words I couldn't say.

    And I hope he moves on,
    That he finds someone new,
    Someone to love,
    Someone kind,
    Someone who treats him
    The way love is supposed to.

    Yeah...
    Happy poems?
    Happy rhymes?
    BUT HOW,
    when all she thinks of
    is dark and depressing lines?

    She writes them down,
    Then hides them away,
    Too fucking afraid
    Of what you'll say.

    Afraid you'll judge her,
    Afraid you'll stare,
    Afraid you'll see
    How much darkness lives there.

    So here you go
    Her “happy” last page.
    A smile on the cover,
    A storm on the stage.

    And if you read between the lines,
    You'll find what she couldn't explain..

    The last page was never the ending.
    It was just a girl begging someone
    to read the pain.
    xLilbuzzybee • 2026-08-24 06:50:42
    beautiful ♥
    relatable
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 22, 2026, 8:39 pm
    Woaaaah I found a song on spotify that's in spanish but has like the same background music as "Hidden In The Sand" by tally hall :DD 'Loco y Tumbado'
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    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-09-04 09:37:49
    Im not a 'bro' and no, I asked you to DM me so I can get like a topic or a skin request, I will not be told to get a skin "now'
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    planetminecraft1 • 2026-09-02 16:17:50
    yo u cant say that gng
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    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-23 15:12:13
    Yes, but I dont see a reference and I can't understand what colors you want
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    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-23 15:03:59
    U have to tell me ur skin name, and then ill try and remake it :D
    iExist ooooooohhhhhmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyggggggggoooooddddddd
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-23 08:24:04
    XDD
    iExist • 2026-08-23 06:01:33
    ooooooohhhhhmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyggggggggoooooddddddd
    JermLion what is going on below me😭
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-22 22:46:14
    Idkkkk 😭 I mean he said I was rude but my poem named ''Back in time'' or end like that, he said all kinda stuff 😭😭😭
    JermLion • 2026-08-22 22:20:15
    what is going on below me😭
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  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 22, 2026, 6:34 pm
    –Bunny Is Mine.–

    Hey bunny, please don't leave me,
    don't leave me here to drown in the lake,
    don't leave me alone
    with all the thoughts that I can't escape.

    If I were to disappear tomorrow,
    would I be missed?
    If I were left alone,
    what would I remain to be?

    Simple.

    Nothing.

    Nothing, as in how I've always felt,
    nothing, as in someone nobody could tell.

    But now..

    Look.

    Bunny, please don't leave.
    Don't leave me alone.
    Don't leave me here to scream.
    I'm scared of myself,
    scared of everything,
    and somehow you ease everything.

    I used to be so fucking lost,
    trying to escape this cruel world,
    trying to become someone
    I wasn't supposed to be.

    But bunny,

    you give me reasons to stay,
    reasons to want to wake,
    reasons to cry and overthink,
    reasons to keep breathing
    just to hear you say my name.

    Just to call you mine.

    Bunny, I do bite.
    Sometimes it is too hard,
    sometimes it tends to hurt,
    but my love is weird..
    It's just the way I love.

    So please, my bunny,
    don't leave.
    Don't give me another reason
    to feel like I'm losing everything.

    I want to call you mine.
    I want you to look me in the eyes
    and call me yours.

    I want you to call me
    your girl.

    Don't leave me.
    Don't make me lose my mind.
    Because when I feel something slipping away,
    my thoughts start running wild.

    I start to panic,
    I start to cry,
    I start imagining goodbye.

    I don't want to lose you.
    I don't want to watch you disappear.
    I just want you beside me,
    close enough to keep you here.

    Maybe I'm too much.
    Maybe I'm too attached.
    Maybe my love is strange
    and a little cracked.

    But bunny..

    when I look into your eyes,
    everything else fades away.

    The lake can be silent.
    The whole world can scream.
    I can be lost inside my head,
    but you still feel like a dream.

    So stay with me, bunny.
    Stay close tonight.

    Let me hold your hand
    beneath the moonlight.

    And if you look at me
    and ask what you are to me,

    I'll smile and whisper
    the only answer I know:

    “You're my bunny.”

    My favorite person.
    My sweetest dream.
    The one I love too much
    to ever stop thinking of.

    And maybe I'm crazy.

    Maybe I'm out of my mind.

    But bunny..

    you're mine to love,
    and I'm yours to adore…
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-22 20:50:02
    lol
    DJ343589 👌
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-22 20:45:23
    😁I made this one for some1, but if my mom find out I'm so cooked lol
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-22 20:44:19
    👌
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 22, 2026, 3:26 pm
    –Something about those eyes–

    I don't know what to do,
    I don't know what to say,
    but your eyes send me straight to paradise,
    they send me somewhere where I want to stay,
    to never wake,
    to never leave,
    to stay inside this little dream
    that your eyes make me believe.

    But sometimes it makes me a little crazy,
    my thoughts misbehaving,
    my words jumble,
    my body trembles,
    and then I lose control,
    all thanks to you.

    I don't know,
    it's just something about your eyes,
    like they make me want to die,
    but not in a bad way,
    just die in paradise.

    I love how I went from sad,
    and useless piece of shit girl,
    to a happy,
    misbehaving girl.

    You gave me a purpose to live,
    gave me a reason to stay,
    even when the sky goes gray.
    I'm not a sad girl anymore,

    but your eyes..

    God damn,
    your eyes.

    I should stop this poem here,
    because otherwise you'll stay on my mind,
    and I'll start losing control,
    and probably stay awake all night.

    I'm so jelly,
    you're so fucking cute,
    so fucking sweet,
    I don't know what else to do.

    Why couldn't I have been sweet?
    Why couldn't I have been like you?

    But that's alright.

    You're mine,

    hopefully not in a claiming way
    or controlling,
    but you're mine to keep,
    mine to love,
    mine to kiss,
    mine to call mine,

    Mine to adore,
    mine to dream of,
    mine to stare at
    until I lose control..

    But most of all..

    mine to love
    with these stupid,
    crazy,
    Love sick eyes. <3
    DJ343589 :D
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-22 18:42:43
    ^^
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-22 18:37:22
    :D
    DJ343589 i wish i were as good as making poems lol yours are so nice to read!
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-22 18:34:34
    awwww tysmmm :DD and I'm sure soon you'll be able to do good poems!!!
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-22 18:16:29
    i wish i were as good as making poems lol yours are so nice to read!
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-22 18:14:32
    amazingg <3
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 22, 2026, 8:25 am

    — I'll Be Gone —


    I'll be gone,
    I'll be gone today,
    A little piece of me
    already fading away.
    Don't look for me,
    don't beg me to stay,
    I've written my goodbye
    in the words that I say.

    Hold my head under the bath
    and breathe away,
    Slit my wrist
    and watch the blood pour,
    Drown myself into liquor,
    five bottles of pills gone..
    But don't worry,
    I'll still be with you
    when everything else is gone.

    I'll be your angel,
    watching over you,
    I'll watch this whole
    fucked-up world decay too.
    I'll sit in the shadows,
    I'll whisper your name,
    And you'll wonder forever
    if you were to blame.

    I'm your “angel”
    that you watched kill themselves,
    And your “sweetheart”
    who would never cry.
    The girl who'd never drink,
    never smoke,
    never bleed,
    The girl who promised
    she'd never leave.

    But now..
    I can't heal.
    Now you know how I feel.
    And now look around,
    there's nobody here,
    Just the sound of the silence
    you should've heard near.

    This poem is still
    tapped onto my wall,
    A reminder that she's gone,
    a reminder of it all.
    A reminder she stayed up
    all night making it rhyme,
    Writing every last feeling
    one word at a time.

    A reminder she smiled
    when she wanted to cry,
    A reminder she whispered
    her final goodbye.
    A reminder she loved you,
    even through all the pain,
    A reminder she waited
    for sunshine through rain.

    You might read these words
    and think she's still here,
    You might call out her name
    and expect her to hear.
    But the room won't answer,
    the silence stays strong..


    Because while you were sleeping,
    she was already gone.

    And maybe you'll miss her,
    maybe you'll cry,
    Maybe you'll finally ask
    yourself why.
    Why didn't you notice?
    Why didn't you know?
    Why did you let her
    keep fading so slow?

    The poem stays behind.
    The handwriting stays.
    The words on the wall
    won't simply erase.
    Her memories linger,
    her voice carries on..
    But the girl who wrote them?

    She's gone.

    And the worst part isn't
    the blood or the tears,
    Or all of the nights
    she disappeared into fears.

    It's knowing she spent
    her last hours awake,
    Trying to make every
    last fucking line break.

    She made it all rhyme.
    She made it all fit.
    She left you a poem
    and called it “that's it.”

    So read it again
    when the whole world feels wrong.
    Read every last word
    of the girl who's gone.

    Because this isn't a poem
    about someone who'll leave.

    It's a poem you found
    after you realized
    she already did.
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 5:42 pm
    I did cookies :D

    WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY ROCK SOLID,💔
    Dura galletas taste amazing 🥹
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 4:31 pm
    – Bottle Three –



    On bottle one,
    I have doubts I won't make it,
    I sit here alone,
    slowly fading,
    trying to fake it.
    The room feels colder,
    the silence draws near,
    I swallow my sorrow,
    I drown in my fears.

    I think of the people
    I pushed far away,
    the words left unsaid,
    the things I couldn't say.
    I wanted the hurting
    to finally cease,
    I thought being numb
    would finally mean peace.



    On bottle two,
    I can't think straight,
    my thoughts twist around
    until it's too late.
    If you ever leave me,
    if you ever run,
    I'll feel like my whole world
    has come undone.

    It's twisted, I know,
    the way that I cling,
    but you're still beside me
    through everything.
    You stay when I'm broken,
    you stay when I'm scared,
    even when I'm crazy,
    even when I'm impaired.

    On bottle three,
    my mind starts to fade,
    the room loses color,
    the memories shade.
    The ceiling is spinning,
    the clock doesn't move,
    and somewhere inside me
    I've got nothing to prove.

    I'm a loser,
    I'm selfish, it's true,
    because all that I wanted
    was only you.
    I wanted you near me,
    I wanted you mine,
    I wanted forever,
    just one more damn time.

    But love isn't ownership,
    no matter how deep,
    and promises vanish
    when nobody speaks.
    I wanted forever,
    I wanted no end—
    I was only terrified
    you'd leave me again.

    Still on bottle three,
    there's nothing left to say.
    Her thoughts have gone quiet,
    her fear slipped away..
    The room falls silent,
    the night carries on,
    and somewhere between then
    and now…
    -she's gone.

    The bottles are empty.
    The clock reads three.
    Her phone keeps on ringing,
    but she doesn't see.

    A message sits waiting:
    “Are you awake?”
    Another one follows:
    “Please, for God's sake.”

    No answer comes back.
    No footsteps.
    No sound.

    Just shattered glass
    scattered around.

    She drank down her sorrow,
    her memories, her pain,
    until there was nothing
    left of her to blame.

    And the cruelest part isn't
    that she wanted to die..

    ..it's that she wanted
    the hurting to fucking quiet.

    She wanted to wake up
    and finally feel free.

    But there was no tomorrow
    left for her to see..
    User6219927G HI
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-09-04 09:36:45
    hi
    User6219927G • 2026-09-03 16:57:23
    HI
    S3R3N3NinaYT awwww tysmmm !!! that means a lot when someone reads all my poems, your amazinnn !!!
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-21 21:17:28
    ofc!!!
    DJ343589 woww they are soooo good! i read them all <3
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-21 21:03:11
    awwww tysmmm !!! that means a lot when someone reads all my poems, your amazinnn !!!
    S3R3N3NinaYT yeppp! some have been started, and if I cant fall asleep I just write in Google docs, and if its not done by 2 I go to s...
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-21 21:00:20
    woww they are soooo good! i read them all <3
    DJ343589 did you make these poems?
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-21 20:36:36
    yeppp! some have been started, and if I cant fall asleep I just write in Google docs, and if its not done by 2 I go to sleep and wake at 7 and finish them :DDD
    DJ343589 • 2026-08-21 20:29:28
    did you make these poems?
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 2:24 pm
    – Swore to Lose –

    I hope you're happy
    with that new girl
    you swore to lose.

    You swore to lose.

    You're holding onto someone
    who wasn't there,
    someone who never cared,
    someone who'll never understand you
    the way I did,
    the way I always cared.

    You left someone who stayed behind,
    who didn't care if it was
    slowly killing her inside.

    I should learn to grow up,
    learn to let go,
    pretend I'm someone
    I'm not supposed to know.

    But...

    this is the way I love.

    I think it hurt.
    I think I'm angry.
    But you're pathetic,
    and you're weak.

    I wasn't even done talking
    about what we were going to be.
    I had a whole future planned
    that you never stayed to see.

    I need someone
    who can actually survive my love,
    someone who'll ask for more,
    someone who won't run
    when things get tough.

    Someone who will be there
    and never close the door,
    someone who's scared of my love
    but loves the way it scares them more.

    I need someone who stays
    when I'm too much to handle,
    someone who doesn't run
    when I become a little unstable.

    But boy,

    I know you have no future.

    So I'm going to delete
    our old messages,
    erase the memories,
    bury the words
    you once promised me.

    I don't need to remember you.

    I've found someone new.

    Someone to love deeply,
    someone to stay beside,
    someone who makes me feel
    like I don't have to hide.

    And maybe..
    just maybe...

    I won't bite.

    He can actually stand my love..

    He's mature.
    He's funny.
    He's sweet.

    He makes time for me,
    something you never stopped
    to think about or do.

    He listens.
    He stays.
    He makes me smile.

    And for once,
    I don't have to beg someone
    to stay for a while.

    He's mine now.

    And you're just a ghost
    of a love that died..

    a love you swore
    would last forever..

    You promised me forever...

    You said you'd never leave.

    Funny how forever
    turned into memories..

    Funny how “always”
    became “I used to.”

    So I hope you're happy
    with the choice you made.

    Because while you're holding onto someone
    who was never there,

    I'm holding onto someone
    who actually stayed.

    You swore to lose her.

    You swore you'd let her go.

    But look at you now

    --still living in the past,
    while I've already learned
    how to let you go...
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 2:22 pm
    – The Perfect Date –


    A pretty cherry blossom park,
    empty beneath the quiet dark.
    No one around,
    not a single sound,
    just you and me
    where no one else can be found.

    It's night,
    the beautiful moon is present,
    the stars shine bright
    like little pieces of heaven.

    And the lights illuminate our path,
    soft little sparks beneath our feet,
    as we walk together slowly,
    making every moment sweet.

    Our smiles are soft,
    our hands held closely,
    we talk,
    we walk,
    we laugh like we're the only ones
    the whole world knows.

    Then the rain comes.

    It's cold,
    but somehow it sounds nice.
    The drops fall gently
    under the moonlight.

    And I don't care
    if I get sick.
    I don't care
    if we're soaked through.

    I'll stay in the rain with you.

    The rain is worth getting soaked,
    no umbrella needed.
    Nothing feels wrong,
    nothing feels broken.

    It just feels right.

    It feels nice.

    So we keep walking,
    hand in hand,
    while the rain falls all around.
    And somehow,
    in that little moment,
    I don't need another sound.

    Then I smile softly,
    look into your eyes,
    and whisper something
    I've been keeping inside.

    Three little words,
    quiet and true..

    “I love you.”

    And then

    –I wake.

    The park is gone.
    The rain disappears.
    The moon fades away,
    along with the stars we held near.

    It was only a dream,
    just a small fantasy,
    a perfect little moment
    that existed only inside of me.

    But maybe..

    just maybe…

    one day that dream could come true.

    Maybe there'll be a cherry blossom park,
    a moonlit sky,
    rain falling down,
    and me walking beside you.

    Maybe I'll hold your hand.
    Maybe you'll hold mine.

    Maybe I'll finally whisper
    those three little words
    beneath the stars that shine.

    But for now,

    I'll close my eyes
    and dream it once more.

    Because until that day comes,

    that's my perfect date..

    a dream where
    I'm walking in the rain
    with you...
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 11:14 am
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 10:19 am

    –Her Happy Ending–


    Yep,

    Happy endings?

    Everything will get better?

    Yeah.

    She tried,

    So fucking hard,

    Tried to forget everything,

    Tried to tear herself apart.

    But the blade in the box promised to ease the pain,

    Well,

    The pills also called out her name,

    The bottle of alcohol promised to make her forget,

    The chlorax and bleach promised to help her

    –To drown all those useless tears,

    To silence all those useless fears.

    It's just so hard to be myself,

    So I think I'd rather leave..

    But—

    I found someone new,

    SOMEONE where I felt LOVED,

    SEEN,

    HEARD.

    But THAT DIDN'T GET BETTER, DID IT?

    IT MAKES ME GO CRAZY,

    IT MAKES ME SCREAM,

    CRY,

    CUT,

    DRINK,

    SMOKE,

    –I want him...

    He makes me feel seen.

    Those were her “happy ending thoughts”

    As she lay alone inside her bed,

    With a thousand fucking thoughts

    Running circles through her head.

    Her wrist was slit,

    Her body growing weak,

    Yet still she smiled,

    Still she couldn't speak.

    She hugged herself,

    When no one else would comfort her or stay,

    When nobody came running

    To make the darkness go away.

    She did talk,

    She told her mother her feelings,

    Yet the age is a problem,

    And nobody could stop

    The thoughts she kept concealing.

    She was happy,

    SHE FELT LIKE SHE WAS WORTH SOMETHING.

    For once,

    She felt like she belonged,

    Like maybe all those years

    She'd been feeling wrong.

    And now she's bleeding out,

    Laughing and smiling,

    Because she knows she's crazy,

    And the room around her

    Feels strangely hazy.

    Her wrist still bleeding,

    Her eyes growing tired,

    She thinks of the one she loves,

    The one she desired.

    And she'd rather die

    Than see you with someone else—

    That was her final thought,

    Her “happy ending”

    Wasn't so happy after all..
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 10:15 am

    –She Will Wake?–


    You said something stupid,
    Then you sent her to sleep,
    As if the words you had spoken
    weren’t promises you should keep.

    Yeah,
    She’s going to sleep,
    But this time the silence is deep,
    With thoughts running round and round
    That she’s too fucking broken to keep.

    It’d be better if she was gone,
    If she left this fucking world,
    If she disappeared before tomorrow
    Before another cruel word.

    She’s not enough for your standards,
    Not enough for anyone,
    That’s what she keeps telling herself
    When the daylight starts to come.

    Yep,
    She lied about the things she’d hidden,
    She smiled when she should’ve cried,
    She said, “I’m fine,” so many times
    While something darker lived inside.

    She smokes,
    She lies,
    She breaks,
    She steals,
    She hides the way she really feels.

    She hates herself,
    God, she hates herself,
    More than anyone could know,
    And every time you tell her “sleep,”
    You never ask what she won’t show.

    And then you sent her to sleep,
    Knowing damn well she was hurting,
    Knowing damn well she was drowning,
    Knowing damn well she was searching.

    She was upset,
    She was pissed,
    She was stupid,
    She was numb,
    She wasn’t scared anymore,
    She thought the end had finally come.

    It wasn’t about easing pain,
    It wasn’t some desperate plea,
    She just wanted all the screaming
    To finally fucking cease.

    And maybe you thought she was tired,
    Maybe you thought she’d be fine,
    Maybe you thought tomorrow
    Would give her a little more time.

    But tomorrow doesn't always come
    When someone’s already lost,
    And sometimes one careless sentence
    Can become another person’s final cost.

    Her body went weak,
    Her eyes filled with tears,
    She carried that darkness
    For far too many years.

    The room became silent,
    The whole world turned still,
    And the things she had promised
    She’d survive..
    She couldn’t fulfill.

    And then

    -She was gone.

    You’ll still be able to say your goodbyes,
    You’ll still be able to cry,
    You’ll still wonder what you could’ve done,
    And ask yourself why.

    You’ll replay every conversation,
    Every warning you ignored,
    Every time she said she was hurting,
    Every time you closed the door.

    And this poem?

    It’ll be taped to the wall,
    A reminder that somebody noticed
    But nobody heard her call.

    You’ll stare at those words
    And wish you had known,
    Wish you had stayed,
    Wish you hadn’t sent her home.

    Because she tried.

    God,
    she fucking tried.

    She tried to be enough,
    Tried to swallow every lie,
    Tried to make it through the darkness,
    Tried to find a reason why.

    But sometimes the saddest part
    Isn’t that she wanted to disappear—

    It’s that she was screaming silently
    And nobody thought to hear.

    So remember her.

    Not as a tragedy.
    Not as a mistake.
    Not as the girl
    You thought would be okay.

    Remember that I was hurting.
    Remember that I was scared.
    Remember that sometimes “I’m fine”
    Means “please show me that you care.”

    Because you sent me to sleep.

    And you thought I would wake.

    But by the time you realized..

    It was already too late...
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 21, 2026, 10:13 am
    – ⛧ 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 ⛧ –

    Boy, I'm going to love you,
    I'm going to tear into your soul,
    Boy, I'm going to break you,
    I'm going to lose all control.

    I'm going to feed you to the hounds,
    or maybe I'll keep you safe instead—
    because every time I see you,
    there's a thousand thoughts inside my head.

    See, I'm going to love you
    because it's just the way I love.
    I don't know how to love gently,
    I only know how to love too much.

    I wanna scare you,
    I wanna bring you to my hell.
    I wanna show you every secret,
    I've been too afraid to tell.

    Because when you look at me,
    I forget what I was saying,
    My heart starts beating faster,
    and my thoughts start misbehaving.

    I try to act normal,
    I swear I really try,
    but then you smile at me
    and suddenly I don't know why,

    I'm staring at your face,
    I'm memorizing every feature,
    thinking you're the most cutest
    fucking person I've ever seen, dear.

    I wanna hold your hand,
    I wanna stay by your side.
    I wanna know every thought,
    you've ever tried to hide.

    And when you get close to me,
    my whole mind goes blank.
    I forget every little rule
    that I promised myself I'd obey.

    You make me nervous.
    You make me crazy.
    You make me smile like an idiot,
    and honestly, it's fucking amazing.

    See, I might have to run away,
    because I'm scared I'll hurt you,
    not because I don't love you,
    but because I love you too much to.

    You're the kind of person
    I could spend forever watching,
    the kind of person
    who makes my heart start stopping.

    And I hate how helpless I feel
    whenever you're near,
    because suddenly every thought
    I have becomes perfectly clear

    –I want you.

    Not for a moment.
    Not for a day.
    I want to be the girl
    you never push away.

    I want your attention,
    your laughter, your eyes.
    I want to be the reason
    you smile when you look to the skies.

    Maybe I'm obsessive.
    Maybe I'm insane.
    Maybe hearing your name
    does something strange to my brain.

    But if loving you this much
    is completely out of control,
    then I guess I'll keep falling
    deeper into your soul.

    So call me crazy.
    Call me strange.
    Say I'm too much
    and watch me change..

    No.

    I don't want to change
    the way I feel about you.

    Because beneath all the madness,
    beneath all this desire,
    there's a girl who looks at you
    and feels consumed by fire.

    And when you look back at her,
    she forgets how to breathe.

    Because, my love

    ..you have no idea
    what you do to me..
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 20, 2026, 8:09 am
    can someone give me a poem topic TT ?
    Anything but it has to be like really catching plsss, I'm BORED out of my mind.
    User6219927G HI
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-21 10:04:22
    hello !!
    User6219927G • 2026-08-21 09:56:36
    HI
    arandomcat04 • 2026-08-20 08:30:57
    dystopian world without human life; science has advanced so far that there's nothing left, not even any active technology. just the barren wastelands of what once was, with its concrete pillars truncating out of view, endlessly, in an attempt to prevail the ever-fleeting understanding
    of humanity
    iExist • 2026-08-20 08:29:00
    heheheh
    a guy and girl go on a date in the forest (bonus points if its in hawaii) and the girl gets killed by the erlking and the guy gets blamed for it and in court he pleads insanity (even tho hes not insane) and also did i mention hes schizophrenic bc hes schizophrenic and he gets electroshock therapy and actually goes insane and is in a mental asylum and he gets out of the mental asylum and sails off into the sea and drowns
  • S3R3N3NinaYT
    Public • August 19, 2026, 6:11 pm
    – I Really Loved Him –

    Look at me,
    I'm a fucking mess.

    Two hours of sleep,
    tears on my cheeks,
    trying to smile
    when I can't even breathe.

    Look at me.

    Tell me,
    what the fuck do you see?

    Do you see someone broken?
    Someone stupid?
    Someone who couldn't let go?

    Or do you see a person
    who loved somebody
    more than they knew how to love themselves?

    It's so fucking hard to be me.
    It's so fucking hard to pretend
    that I'm okay
    when I'm falling apart again.

    I hate the way you turn the blame on me,
    like every broken piece
    is something I chose to be.

    It's so hard to fake the smiles,
    so hard to laugh on cue,
    so hard to tell the whole world
    that I'm fine
    when all I want is you.

    I drink just to quiet my mind,
    just to make the memories blur,
    just to forget for a little while
    how badly I still hurt.

    I smoke while staring at the ceiling,
    watching every thought drift away,
    hoping the noise inside my head
    will finally quiet for the day.

    But nothing fixes it.

    Nothing makes it disappear.

    Because underneath everything,
    you're still here.

    I'm a fucking mess.
    I'm so fucking stupid.
    At least that's what I tell myself
    when the nights get too brutal.

    I don't like who I've become.
    I don't like what I see.
    I don't like how loving somebody
    could make me hate me.

    I tried.

    God, I fucking tried.

    I tried so hard
    to forget your name.
    I tried to move forward,
    but my heart stayed the same.

    I tried pretending
    that I never cared.

    But every lie I told myself
    just proved how much you were there.

    I loved him.

    I am so fucking stupid.

    So stupid.

    Because I loved him
    when I shouldn't have.
    I loved him
    when it hurt.
    I loved him
    when I knew I was losing him.

    And still

    --I loved him.

    More than anything.

    More than the nights
    I spent crying.
    More than the hours
    I spent trying
    to understand why
    I wasn't enough.

    I loved his voice.
    I loved his smile.
    I loved the way
    he could make everything
    feel worthwhile.

    And maybe that's why
    this hurts so badly.

    Because how do you stop loving someone
    who once made you feel
    like you were somebody?

    How do you throw away
    the person who became
    your favorite thought?

    How do you say goodbye
    when your heart
    never learned how?

    So here I am

    a fucking mess,
    eyes full of tears,
    carrying a love
    I spent too many years
    trying to make disappear.

    Maybe someday
    I'll stop asking why.

    Maybe someday
    I'll wake up
    and you won't be the first thought
    that crosses my mind.

    Maybe someday
    I'll look at myself
    and finally see
    someone worth loving too.

    But tonight?

    Tonight I'll admit the truth
    I keep trying to hide:

    --I really loved him.

    And maybe I still do.

    Maybe that's the hardest part.

    Not that he left.

    Not that I lost him.

    But that even after everything..

    some stupid little piece of my heart
    still wishes he would come back.
    ItzmeRayla thats the best poem I have ever seen
    S3R3N3NinaYT • 2026-08-21 07:11:13
    awww tysmmm !!! I'm glad you liked it ^^
    ItzmeRayla • 2026-08-21 04:01:19
    thats the best poem I have ever seen
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