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rushii 19h
I’ve been using the same foundation that’s been giving me acne.
How about you?
19h · 25
Oh, I know pain.
rushii 19h
Eternal pain flows
Lost brother, lost child, lost love
Tears fall like raindrops
Eight by IU ft. Suga
rushii 21h
Eight years since I lost my dear brother,
To a rare condition, like no other.
Only so few of the population can get,
It took him swiftly, leaving me with regret.
 
I never got to say goodbye.
I was at home, tears filling my eyes.
My heart shattered, my soul in pain.
Ever since that day, I've never been the same.
 
I wonder if my family feels the same.
Or is it just me, drowning in endless pain?
I raised him like my own child, you see.
So, his absence has left a void in me.
 
A couple years later, I met a guy.
I felt real happiness, like I could fly.
It was surreal, like a dream come true.
Something I never felt when I was so blue.
 
We built a life together, so sweet.
Everything seemed perfect—a true feat.
But soon the fighting began to grow.
And once again, I felt the deep sorrow.
 
Another loss came: a child was taken away.
My heart shattered; nothing left to say.
Blood on my wrists, tears on my face
Feeling broken, lost in a dark place
 
I asked God, Why did this happen to me?
What did I do to deserve such misery?
I've been kind; I've done my part.
Yet life continues to break my heart.
 
One night, in a dream's embrace,
I saw my children’s grown-up face.
No longer hurt, no longer sad,
Just happy, smiling, free from bad.
 
Since then, every time I weep
My children comforts me in my sleep.
I let my tears fall like heavy rain.
Just to see them again and again.
I don’t know anymore.
23h · 163
What is pain?
rushii 23h
You know it hurts when you can’t cry, you just stand there, mind filled with whys.
1d · 27
Untitled
rushii 1d
if you love too much,
you’ll never love again after.
rushii Sep 10
My family is dysfunctional, that much is true,
But they don't break me like you do.

The pain you bring sends me to hell,
Tormenting my soul beyond repair, oh so evil.

Your love is a twisted, painful art,
Leaving a void deep within my heart.

You seek forgiveness for wounds you've inflicted,
Is that what they say when the grenade exploded?

No, it's not just hurt that I feel in my heart,
****, I feel torn apart.

You’re resting next to me, peaceful and still,
While I drown in tears against my will.

Shattering to shards as my heart cries for rest,
Begging for some peace, to feel my best.

My stifled sobs are my lullabies at night,
Faking a smile in the morning light.

You remain unaware, thinking it’s just a simple mistake.
But no, it’s constant torture, far beyond a heartbreak.
I thought when I forgive him, but heart will too. However, the pain still lingers, hurting me at night. Especially at night when everything is sleeping and quiet.
Sep 10 · 42
the death of me.
rushii Sep 10
I’m neither an angel nor a saint with a shrine.
But your twisted version of love makes me divine.
Each day, you tear my heart piece by piece,
and expect to see a genuine smile on my face.

You say I’m an art—a masterpiece you claim to save.
Yet, you make me feel like a lone soldier in an endless fight, trying hard to be brave.
A mine buried deep inside my heart,
with your foot pressed on it so tight.

You say you cannot let me go.
Proclaiming the love you fail to show.
I’m aware it matters not if I stay or flee.
For both you and this mine will be the end of me.
I don’t know much about poetry. I just want to write what i feel, so please don’t judge me 🥺
rushii Sep 10
Raised in shadows where affection is a ghost,
Made me seek love in every person, no matter the cost.

He whispers sweetly, "I like you. I want to keep you near.”
I always believe they actually care.
 
Give everything; let my love overflow.
Refuse to give less; let my devotion show.

Fill up all their void, every empty space.
Desperate for something I could call "my place."
 
With my lips closed, I'll nod in quiet.
Only open it wide when you want; I’ll be polite.

all alone, I'll wait in your bedroom,
Though tonight I know you won't come home.
 
They break my heart, a same old play,
And they always leave, like hurting me is okay.

But I crawl back; my knees are bruised and sore.
Repeat the cycle until I’m nothing more.
 
I've learned to align my fragmented heart,
Master a couple personas to play my part.

I will wear a mask to your pleasure.
Fool myself; I am someone you treasure.
To my best friend, Daryl.
Hope you find the love that’s real.

— The End —