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 Jun 2
Charmour
How can they  pretend like nothing happened...
Like they never said they regret giving birth to me
Like it never happened
But im crying every night
Till I can't breath
Cursing my existence
Blaming myself for everything
How do I tell them
Their words are killing me every second
How do I tell me
I force a stupid smile ever time I'm abt to cry
How do I tell them
They destroyed me in every possible way
 Jun 2
Ahlam
Mom
only you
only your words
can be a dagger that's unseen
the one that cuts me deep
that strips the strength I've built over the years

so tell me mom
how can you demand what you don't give
how can you speak love and throw hate
what's in me that you so despise
what's in me that makes me a target-
to your words, your fist and your rage
you throw your junk at me and expect me to stay quiet?

even after all you do  
my lips are the ones who shape a sorry
then gets buried in my heart
but soon I will suffocate
and soon it will inundate
from the hurt that's been replaced by hope
the hope that someday you'd recognize that I'm already holding a lot
while trying to hold myself
hold you and the rest

sorry but I cant take it
I can't swallow fire and pretend it doesn't burn
I can't bring you joy and hide my sorrow
can't be enough, can't be the best, can't make you smile

know that every scratch you left
makes me question why I'm trying
why I'm going through these trials
while I can cheat my way out,
without a goodbye
why do we find ourselves expecting love from people that birthed us?
shouldn't it be the first thing that they give us?
why are we stuck with people that hurt us?
and why do we still love them?
why are we the ones to feel guilt? when it should be them
 Jun 2
alex
Does it though?
because friends
have never
belittled or
cut me down
quite like you have.

Nobody has ever made me
want to jump off the edge
from pain and hurt,
yet still scream words of gratitude,
because I know
how much
you sacrificed
for me.

You may not have been perfect,
but it’s everybody’s first time
at life
and I know
even if everybody
leaves my side
you’ll still be there
because blood
runs thicker
than water.
They know how to push you down—and how to pull you back up stronger

— The End —