I grew up holding keys not mine,
open doors… but I stayed inside.
Tired hands, a childhood gone,
playing mother before I was one.
Plates not mine, names that weigh,
my voice silent while others stayed.
I was the shadow, I was the hands,
doing all they wouldn't stand.
Now that I let go… they pull me back,
say I've changed, say I lack.
But no…
it wasn't love, it was a cage,
silent nights, a borrowed age.
It wasn't home, it was a role,
I was never in control.
And if I leave…
they say someone changed me,
but I'm just finally free.
Late, broken… but still me.
They blame the wind that touches my skin,
blame the world I'm walking in.
But the cage was always there,
I just learned to see it clear.
I don't want to die…
I just don't want to live like this,
tied to a life I didn't pick.
If I fade into the night,
it's not surrender… it's escape.
No…
it wasn't love, it was a cage,
my whole life trapped on a page.
Even if it breaks me apart,
I choose the world… I choose my heart.
And if they look… I won't be there,
the one who stayed… disappeared.
@NewGirlDark
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:41 PM UTC
No, I can’t always reply.
Not because I don’t want to,
but because I have a life
that doesn’t fit inside a screen.
My phone is not my oxygen.
I don’t breathe notifications,
I don’t feed on messages,
I don’t exist in an “online” status.
I am a person,
not a reflection trapped in glass.
Being an adult
is not being available 24/7,
it’s working, resting, thinking,
feeling without having to report it.
It’s choosing silence
without guilt.
The real world doesn’t vibrate in your pocket:
it beats in the body,
in the exhaustion,
in the responsibilities
no one sees behind a “why didn’t you reply?”
I’m not a parasite of my phone.
I don’t depend on it to exist.
If I don’t respond,
it’s not disinterest,
it’s life.
And if that bothers you,
maybe the problem
isn’t my absence…
but your constant need
for someone to always be there.
@newgirldark
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 7:27 PM UTC
An eye that keeps the shadows,
a bottomless, nameless well.
In its glow, truths drown
that were never meant to be told.
Black, like the silence
before the soul breaks apart,
like tears falling softly
without asking the dark.
You look… and something dies,
slowly, without a sound.
Because some eyes don’t just see—
they pull you underground.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
There are days
when I smile
like everything is fine,
and no one notices
that the smile
is just a poorly placed bandage
over something bleeding.
I talk, I answer, I keep going…
I do what’s expected of me,
as if being strong
was an obligation
and not a weight.
No one sees
the tiredness that never sleeps,
the sadness that never cries,
the words I keep inside
so I don’t make anyone uncomfortable.
Because yes…
I’m tired of being the one who handles everything,
the one who understands,
the one who is always there.
But…
who is there when I can’t be?
The world keeps moving,
like nothing happened,
while I learn
how to fall in silence.
And the saddest part isn’t falling…
it’s realizing
no one was watching.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 7:28 AM UTC
In some homes
laughter can be heard from the doorway,
there are hands that hold dreams,
voices that say
"I’m proud of you."
In others…
there is only silence.
I grew up in that silence.
There were no applauses when I tried something new,
no arms to catch me when I fell.
My dreams were things I kept hidden,
like secret letters
between the pages of notebooks.
If I wanted to learn something,
I did it in secret.
If I wanted to create something,
I did it when no one was looking.
Because no one ever asked
what lived inside my heart.
Sometimes it hurt…
to see others walking with support,
while I was learning
how to stand on my own.
I wondered
why some people are born surrounded by support
while others
are born surrounded by absence.
But time…
that silent teacher
taught me something.
Loneliness is not always a punishment.
Sometimes it is a refuge
that protects you
from hands that want to break you,
from voices that wish for your fall,
from false smiles
that can even come from family.
And then I understood.
That my steps,
even if they were lonely,
were real.
That my dreams,
even if no one celebrated them,
were still alive.
That it is better to walk alone
with a peaceful heart
than to be surrounded by people
who secretly hope you fail.
Because the one who learns to rise alone
doesn’t depend on anyone to keep going.
And even if the world
sometimes feels unfair…
the person who survived the silence
becomes stronger
than all the voices together.
@newgirldark
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
Some grow older,
but never grow within.
Years may pass,
faces may change,
but true growth begins
the day you face your life
and choose your own path.
@newgirldark
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC
Silence sits beside me,
soft as moonlight on the floor.
I am not waiting for footsteps —
I have learned the language of my own heart.
Alone, but never empty.
I am my own quiet home.
@newgirldark
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 8:49 PM UTC
They dressed me in judgment
before learning my name,
but none of their words
could undo what I am.
@newgirldark
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
I thought I walked upon clouds of your voice,
each word of yours a thread of light
weaving castles in my chest.
Your eyes, mirrors of a secret universe,
promised me worlds where everything was soft,
where my shadows could finally rest.
But your hands held nothing but smoke,
and your smiles were traps disguised as tenderness.
The love I felt… was a stage,
and I, the actress silently applauding.
I realized your sky was a false canvas,
and your dreams, mirages in which I got lost.
Alone I remained among golden ruins,
my heart remembering
what was never truly mine.
@newgirldark
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC
I loved you in the dark
while you were an open wound.
I gave you light,
you gave me only cold.
You hurt me, yes—
but pain also teaches how to wake.
I hold no anger.
I learned to love.
You’re still learning not to run.
Now I bloom far from your ruins,
stronger,
softer,
finally mine.
@newgirldark
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC