I don’t live just to please you
I don’t live just to open my leg for you
I don’t live just to let you hear my moan
I don’t live just to provide your ****** lust
I live for myself
Xyvernah
May 19, 2022
May 19, 2022 at 10:12 AM UTC
Every time she take a good look of her old pictures
All she could remember is pain
All she could remember is violence
All she could remember is bad words
She wants to remember a happy memory
But she couldn't
Because she didn't have one and
Because the pain last
While the happiness gone
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
At least,
She knows how the end will be
At least,
She has more time to heal, more time to build walls on her heart when the end comes
At least,
Someday, shee will stop being the victim and start to be the main role of her own story
At least,
There will be no screams and the sound of slamming door
At least,
It just gonna be another sad memories
At least,
It just gonna be another trauma that she has to live with
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
Right at the corner of the street
An antique store lights it bulb
I went it
My eyes stuck at the shiny matroyshka doll
The owner stood up
And gave me the doll
The 1st doll look so happy
There is sparkle in its eyes and the smile shines as bright as the star who lights up the darkness of the night
I open the 2nd doll
It smiles without any sparkle on its eyes
It smiles as if it has no soul
I open the 3rd doll
It has no expression
It doesn't look happy or sad either
As my head is spinning around
I look and open the 4th doll
With the sad look on its face
I start to realize that something is off
Then I open the last one
And i feel like I'm watching myself
A broken pieces doll
Deep in my heart
I feel like it is me
I smile as bright as the sun like the first doll
While I'm actually broken inside like the last doll
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
she has a nature soul
she carries an ocean inside her eyes
she cries salty tears
she carries a wild forest inside her mind
she is lost in her own forest
she carries a volcano inside her heart
she trembles as its about explode
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
she kept looking and changing clothes
clothes that can cover the scars of her friend
friends that is always there when she need someone
a sharp metal thing, that she uses to cut her body
a pair of hand, that she uses to slap and punch
a match, that she uses to feel the heat
the friends, that always leaves mark
so she can remember that she always have a bestfriend who will always be there for her
the blood,
the bruises,
the burn mark
that three,
are the reminder of her bestfriend's existence
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
The cold breeze is the reflection of how cold my soul is
The tangled thread is the reflection of how jumble my mind is
The empty canvas is the reflection of how blank my stares are
The rusty chain is the reflection of how weak my faith is
The glass is the reflection of how fragile my heart is
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC