You hated my hair so I cut it.. you hated my voice so I stopped it.. you hated your own creation so I thought of ending it..
but how do you expect me to cut of my hands stained with blood of your mistakes and yet be alive, alive in a world where I felt so alone drowning with confusion and expectations, expectations that have no end in an endless void where I stay dead..
Dead in a place where my heart doesn’t ache but I know peace will never stay, never stay but runaway from the place I call home, a home filled with infuriated screams, seams of the pillow stained with sadden tears, tears that contain too much emotion,emotions that can never be understanding…… cause a shattered mirror can never be fixed with just tape……
Taped with no effort cause they don’t care…. Will only care if the clock stops working and it’s the end.
~by adheena~
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 3:51 AM UTC
You hated my hair so I cut it.. you hated my voice so I stopped it.. you hated your own creation so I thought of ending it..
but how do you expect me to cut of my hands stained with blood of your mistakes and yet be alive, alive in a world where I felt so alone drowning with confusion and expectations, expectations that have no end in an endless void where I stay dead..
Dead in a place where my heart doesn’t ache but I know peace will never stay, never stay but runaway from the place I call home, a home filled with infuriated screams, seams of the pillow stained with sadden tears, tears that contain too much emotion,emotions that can never be understanding…… cause a shattered mirror can never be fixed with just tape……
Taped with no effort cause they don’t care…. Will only care if the clock stops working and it’s the end.
~by adheena~
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