Delyla Nunez

Delyla Nunez May 2022

Tiny handprints,
Yet your fingers have slipped,
without the hand that was holding yours,
I am now lost.

Delyla Nunez May 2022

Today

Let me tell you a story.
Two different stories,
One life.
It’s a poem.
You were around,
Then not.
You accused,
Then found out.
You belittled her despite her cries,
She’s not some human,
Not someone person.
She’s just a girl.
A girl drunk in your eyes.
A girl unstable because of her thoughts.
A girl not worthy till she fixes herself.
That’s what we believe,
Yet no one else will show this.
No one else will show how much they have been hiding inside because everyone REFUSES TO LISTEN AND MADE THEIR OWN LIES OF HER.
Yet she’s still misunderstood,
She’s still the drunk,
She’s still unstable.
It’s just a poem,
Only a story.

#life

Delyla Nunez May 2022

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I just think,
What if I’m not as strong as everyone thinks?
What if I’m never ready?
I just think,
What if I was never suppose to be anything but a lesson.

Delyla Nunez May 2022

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That feeling of sunken darkness,
Seeping through the light you held so long too,
Not even trying to defer it.
The demons held back have been greeted,
Now I a bottomless shell enlisted in their possession.
Confined and broken you still try,
Walking as though your not in molten lava,
Breathing enough for a satisfied cough to end the misery.
Crying as if you were the Nile,
Screaming like you’re being murdered,
And silence.

#broken

Delyla Nunez Apr 2022

Dots

Here we go again,
The spiral down and this time,
This time it’ll hurt.
Stuck in the same spot,
Neither wanting to move,
So we stay.
It’s okay,
It’s alright,
We got this,
All sweet nothing of lies.
Now you don’t get to have me,
You’ll see me smile brighter,
Laugh louder,
Conversation will go about.
In this life,
I won’t sit back and hurt,
Cry when I can’t,
Scream when frustrated,
I’ll survive.
I always do.

Delyla Nunez Apr 2022

Draft 3

Goodbyes are always hard,
The remorse of not doing more,
The guilt of your fault,
The anger of betrayal,
And the sadness of all the memories.
Yet we still do nothing,
Till the next death comes around.

Delyla Nunez Apr 2022

4-19-22

Maybe it was always me,
Maybe I did push you to **** yourself,
Maybe it was me who pushed things to far,
Maybe I had actually pushed everyone away.
It’s for the best,
Ive tried to pin everyone as a monster,
Maybe in the end it was me,
All along.

Im done with everything.