🥀 The Curse I Became — 🦋 and the ruins I left behind

When she starts to curse me, it’s not the daggers I see fall,
Each word not a wound, each whisper not a call.
For me, I am just trying to light up my dream,
Following the path that I self esteem.

But slowly her voice turns a storm in the skies,
It cuts through my soul, it bleeds through my eyes.

The silence grows heavy, the air starts to sting,
Her curses take flight on a black-feathered wing.
They linger like fire that burns in the night,
A wound with no healing, a scar out of sight.

I am no longer what I used to be,
Her curses have carved their mark into me.
The dreams I once held have withered away,
Like petals that fade in the cold of decay.

She took me apart with each venomous word,
A silence that screamed, a pain left unheard.
Slowly she stripped all the light I could see,
A thief in the dark unmaking my plea for a fee.

Yet deep in the ruin, a whisper survives,
A spark in the ashes, a soul that still strives.
For wounds may remind me of where I have bled,
But scars are the proof that I rise where she’s tread.

I am no longer what I used to be — it’s blurred,
But stronger I stand in the wreckage of her, still coloured.
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Sometimes I glance at my past,
And I find myself standing, alone in a vast.
Sometimes I stop and glance into the present,
And I find myself lost, in the dark's pleasant.
Sometimes when I try to portray my future,
And I find myself standing, alone in the rain's burden.

As I see the rain fall onto my skin,
I feel hope cascading within.
As I walk through the street, with no hope beside,
I search for a path, where peace collides.
As I find there's no hope left to rise,
With every step, a part of me dies.

As I walk, these city lights blur my vision,
And I get lost in memory’s incision.
As I close my eyes, I want a dark embrace,
But I wake only to find myself in a loop's disgrace.
As I find my days, full of numbness,
And I drown beneath my own stillness.

“𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔠𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫”,
𝔖𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱.
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𝔉𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔪,
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩,
𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔢𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢.
𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔲𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬, 𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔲𝔤𝔰 𝔢𝔱𝔠.
𝔉𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰, 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔢, 𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶.
𝔄 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔪𝔟 𝔦𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔱, 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢. ℑ𝔱𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡, 𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶.
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