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16h · 88
fatherly disdain
If only he could have looked past her stretch marks
To see the little girl that so desperately needed his love
Mar 2021 · 225
Insecurity
Inked Solace Mar 2021
My stretch marks define who I am
This insecurity rules my life
Nothing can **** this inner demon
Not therapy, nor meds, nor knife

It grows hungrier by the minute
Consuming my every thought
Eating away at my confidence
Making it harder to be what I’m not

My eyes stained red, these painful tears
That soak the sheets on my bed
Like rain that is supposed to nourish a flower
And ends up drowning it instead
Why fix it when the worrying won’t end
Why try if theres nothing else to save
This insecurity is my cruel, demanding master
And I am my insecurity’s obedient slave
Jan 2021 · 182
Stained-glass iris
Inked Solace Jan 2021
diamonds behind your eyelids
your stained glass iris
those shining, crystal tears
slowly killing me like a virus

your cold trembling hands
like ice, perfectly carved
your endless need for love
finds itself continuously starved
<3
Jan 2021 · 234
society
Inked Solace Jan 2021
Drowning in my own tears
But I’m their only cause.
Depreciating according to Culture’s standards
Of a girl with no blemishes or flaws

My emotions have been put behind bars
My soul is dying behind this face
For while on the inside im in pain
All you can see is a woman of beauty and grace

People think that they know me
But they only know the ’me’ that I show
For the real me is not approved of by our society
Living my life on a self-inflicted death row
Dec 2020 · 103
hesitation
Inked Solace Dec 2020
when I asked if you were ok,
you hesitated

in your hesitation, I found my answer
~finally you waken unto the dream~
Dec 2020 · 80
memories
Inked Solace Dec 2020
all the time that we've spent,
all the things we didn't do

all the love that we showed,
all the hate that we showed too

all the shades of the sky we've seen,
every tint and every hue

all the laughter and all the joy,
all the struggles we suffered through

all these memories locked away
because now i'm losing you
sometimes the best memories are the most painful to reminisce on
Dec 2020 · 89
wounds
Inked Solace Dec 2020
Some wounds have this peculiarity:
They may be hidden, but they never fully close.
Always painful, always ready to bleed when touched,
Delicate as a withering rose.

They remain fresh and open in the heart,
with every pulse and breath, pulling apart.

As you lay in your hospital bed,
hurting more than you can bare,
I'm sorry for all the times I gave up on you,
For all the times I wasn't there.
inspired by Alexander Dumas's "Count of Monte Cristo"

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