I weave memories into words,
Because it's all I know,
Good, bad, happy, sad,
Every single one,
I weave and make poems,
Because it was the only thing I had,
When I was alone.
©Pen_Pain_Poetry
today, i realized i am drowning.
i am drowning and i can't breathe. its all dark and too much. i am choking and coughing. but. the catch is, i tried to scream. i screamed till my throat bleed. but when i saw them laughing, i realized how it didn't matter. how i never mattered. my screams , my cry for help never mattered. they knew. they fucking knew but they shut me out.
They left me here. in the dark. to drown in blood.
I wish.
“Love yourself. Be clear on how you want to be treated. Know your worth. Always.”
— maryam hasnaa
I fucked it all up again,
everything is
terrible,
I am very
miserable,
but…
also relieved
to be back here,
in this familiar place
with nowhere further
to fall.
i tried so hard
to keep her away
from the darkness
but
turns out
hard isn't good enough.
I have been wondering,
if its my fault that she is becoming a monster.
and if it is me, i might be doing a good job.
and it scares me.
love that random extreme urge to block everyone and disappear