the emotions you breathe.
They make you feel weak
to your knees.
like how is this me?
I feel defeat.
I let my pain bleed,
my ink drip,
magnificently,
quietly.
She goes through her day
Forgets the pain,
places it in a box
and tucks it away.
It only works for half the day.
She can't forget
the scars
the people she adored
that tore
mistreated her core.
peace of mind
light years away,
But the strength
she now endures,
keeps her safe.
Her soul
is her resting place,
for she knows
she is the one
to make her fate.
She is the one
who will get her
through her days.
There's no escape from what keeps you awake
There's no escape from what keeps you awake
There's no escape from what keeps you awake
k.c (not sure when i wrote this.)
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
the emotions you breathe.
They make you feel weak
to your knees.
like how is this me?
I feel defeat.
I let my pain bleed,
my ink drip,
magnificently,
quietly.
She goes through her day
Forgets the pain,
places it in a box
and tucks it away.
It only works for half the day.
She can't forget
the scars
the people she adored
that tore
mistreated her core.
peace of mind
light years away,
But the strength
she now endures,
keeps her safe.
Her soul
is her resting place,
for she knows
she is the one
to make her fate.
She is the one
who will get her
through her days.
There's no escape from what keeps you awake
There's no escape from what keeps you awake
There's no escape from what keeps you awake
k.c (not sure when i wrote this.)
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