When you cry too much,
People stop caring.
Don’t be weak,
It only makes it worse.
Prove your tears,
Prove your worth.
You are a fighter so fight
The past is the past,
No need to reminisce.
Your heart still beats,
So much life left to live.
Struggle isn’t weakness,
Only giving up is.
Hold your breath
A million hearts break everyday,
So listen to yours,
What does it say?
Behind her smile is a secret
Slicing,
Devastating,
Penetrating pain.
Listen closely,
Feel the shame.
“Fat girl”,
“Stupid girl”,
Such a disgrace.
Always in his way.
Do what he wants,
Or you will pay.
Speechless,
And in dismay.
How are you surprised,
You let him treat you this way.
Take a “joke”,
Have some fun.
Everything is broken,
But he’s never done.
He loves to hurt you,
Any way he can.
Don’t take part,
In his fucked up dance,
Wake up from your trance.
I believe in you,
You know what to do.
No one is perfect,
But you will always be you,
That’s the issue.
He pushes and pulls,
You never stay down,
His smile morphs into a frown.
He will never stop,
He’s the one that is broken,
It has NEVER been you.
Find your voice,
Stop letting him silence you.
Spewing poison and venom
Words are just words until they are thrown carelessly. They animate, humiliate and create pain. Like poison seeping every single time you are speaking. It burns and my stomach churns…. hearing all those cruel words. Do you like that, seeing the hurt from the words you spat? I don’t claim to be perfection but maybe I am not the only one who needs to do some self reflection.
She is me
It is hard to believe,
But if you look hard enough,
You will see.
The traces left,
Of the girl I used to be.
I want her back,
If that is even a possibility.
She was filled with glee,
Not weighed down,
With the gravity,
Of this situation.
She had a voice,
Never held back,
Not a moments hesitation.
Don’t wait around,
For another’s liberation.
Open your eyes,
and break free.
Find the strength,
To be Me
That is enough.
And the story goes….
Aching heart and tear stained sheets,
Pain even love can’t redeem.
Memories come back to me
If these walls could tell my story,
What would they say?
If this place could hold my memories,
Where would we be?
Time to rebuild
Thoughts dance through my mind,
A different day,
Sometimes a different life.
Less anger,
Less fighting,
No room for strife.
I fight FOR you.
Don’t you think I want that too?
I want a holiday
Or a weekend
Without criticism.
Maybe communication,
Replacing fucked up euphemisms.
A place where my thoughts,
And opinions have value again.
Giving my heart/mind,
Time to mend.
How’s the view?
We worked so hard to build a life together,
You said there was no storm we couldn’t weather.
Turns out that was never true,
Always looking for a better view.
It looks like the tables have turned,
This time the pain is yours.
“I’m tired of you”,
Can’t you see I’m tired too?
Too caught up in self preservation,
He can’t even see the devastation.
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