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Jisatsu

Jisatsu

黒い薔薇(The Black Rose)
Jan 5, 2025
2,012
I am poison.
Not the fun kind.. not the beautiful, colorful venom that makes you go "wow" before it kills you.
I'm the invisible kind. The kind that leaks into the water slowly until the fish float belly-up and everyone's too confused to know why.

I ruin people without fireworks.
I ruin them quietly, with disappointment, with tired sighs, with the way I turn every kind thing sour just by existing near it too long.

I don't explode. I corrode.
I'm not even a tragic villain ... just a slow, boring disaster that everyone regrets letting in.
And the worst part?
I can't even tell if I want to be saved or if I just want someone to sink with me.

I tell myself I don't mean to hurt people. And maybe that's true. But the damage still happens, like secondhand smoke. I can watch someone's light dim and still keep talking, keep taking, keep making it about me.

I'm not a hurricane. I'm mold.
I don't crash in and destroy. I just… linger. And by the time anyone realizes I'm the reason they can't breathe right anymore, I've already seeped too deep to wash out.

The tragic part? I know I'm like this. I know I'm a weight. But I keep pretending maybe this time will be different. That I'll be better. That I won't turn warmth into ash, that I won't make someone regret knowing me.

But the pattern never breaks.
I'm the common denominator in every ruined friendship, every failed love, every awkward silence that lasts too long.

I am poison.
And I am so, so tired of watching people drink from me thinking it's water.
 
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dumed1

Member
Jun 25, 2024
41
Me too, me too
 
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concession

concession

Member
Jun 3, 2025
66
At least you are relevant and can still attract people :sunglasses:
 
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fedup1982

Wizard
Jul 17, 2025
633
I am poison.
Not the fun kind.. not the beautiful, colorful venom that makes you go "wow" before it kills you.
I'm the invisible kind. The kind that leaks into the water slowly until the fish float belly-up and everyone's too confused to know why.

I ruin people without fireworks.
I ruin them quietly, with disappointment, with tired sighs, with the way I turn every kind thing sour just by existing near it too long.

I don't explode. I corrode.
I'm not even a tragic villain ... just a slow, boring disaster that everyone regrets letting in.
And the worst part?
I can't even tell if I want to be saved or if I just want someone to sink with me.

I tell myself I don't mean to hurt people. And maybe that's true. But the damage still happens, like secondhand smoke. I can watch someone's light dim and still keep talking, keep taking, keep making it about me.

I'm not a hurricane. I'm mold.
I don't crash in and destroy. I just… linger. And by the time anyone realizes I'm the reason they can't breathe right anymore, I've already seeped too deep to wash out.

The tragic part? I know I'm like this. I know I'm a weight. But I keep pretending maybe this time will be different. That I'll be better. That I won't turn warmth into ash, that I won't make someone regret knowing me.

But the pattern never breaks.
I'm the common denominator in every ruined friendship, every failed love, every awkward silence that lasts too long.

I am poison.
And I am so, so tired of watching people drink from me thinking it's water.
If nothing else, your writing reads like comforting poetry. It's ironic because you say that comfort is the opposite of what you and people around you feel.

If you ask me, it sounds like you're struggling, and that explains why you're doing what you do, you have a choice, yet you don't. It's one of those taunting contradictions in life.

It makes me feel very lucky to have people around me that I do because they have found a way of vaguely being comfortable around me.

I'm guessing you've just been unlucky in some way. Maybe you get into bad dynamics with the people you've met, through no fault of anyone's, I don't know.

But there's one but of advice I can give is it's easier to change ourselves than other people, I hope that helps you move forward. But don't beat yourself up, it's counterproductive!
 
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Hollowman

Empty
Dec 14, 2021
2,411
I'm the same way. The world would've been better off if I would've went through with my plan when I was twelve.
 
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ChiseHatori

ChiseHatori

Student
Mar 2, 2023
103
I also relate to this. Very beautifully put.
 
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Nightfoot

Mage
Aug 7, 2025
549
You're human, and that's okay.
 
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deep-sleeper

deep-sleeper

Member
Aug 16, 2025
94
I get that. And watching someone finally stop drinking from your poison hurts, knowing it's for the better
 
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