Personal Hell


It starts with an “I don’t feel well”

To rubbing your throat raw and red to stay home

To manually throwing up

All to avoid a creme colored hell

To avoid dark eyes 

Hellish gazes

Personal Monsters


A personal hell

Racking Up absence after absence

Filling the days with sad songs, salty tears 

And the mental promise 

Of “it will get better”

That turns into “one more day”

One day turns into 10

And soon you’ve missed out on your last few months

The time goes by

And you regret the moments that would have been


The idea of going back seems so enticing

But you won’t 

You can’t


It makes you feel so sickly 

To the point of nausea

The sickness one can feel until the point of medication


But it’s so ironic

How one could be such a star and fall to the ground

Like a meteor

So miserably 


Like one of God’s ‘fallen angels’ 


You want to go back

All it is 

Is one more day.


You promise your parent you’ll go the next day

You never do.

I never did. 



  • Author: Kxze♡ (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 15th, 2024 23:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: I hated going to school to the point of no return. You wouldn’t even understand. It wasn’t the people, well it was partly the people but it was mainly me. The judgment I created in my mind scared me to the point of no return. I created this poem during my academic burnout period. One of the lowest points of my life.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 4
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  • Lei

    this poem is so relatable But I hope your doing well. (that most likely didn't help)

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