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Picture this as we slip into a bliss
An infatuation soon to be missed
The bittersweet feeling
A fragile wound longing for healing
The way your eyes meet mine
For eternity I'd be fine
Let us embrace this adventure
The desire for unforgettable pleasure
A kiss to seal the deal
Just to make it real
Like aged wine
It tastes better over time
Gently caress my heart
And take it with you when we drift apart
I may be a hopless romantic
But this feeling has made me frantic
I'll shed one tear & give cheers
That life has gotten me here
So if this could ever be l-o-v-e unraveling
Please don't catch me when I'm falling
**** boy, I thought you were by my side
I couldn't read in between the lines
'*** I was mesmerized & hypnotized
By your big brown eyes

Thought we had the same feelings
But I guess I was only appealing
To your eyes used for seeing
And not believing

When you saw, what did you see?
You looked at me
Then asked me “Are you happy?”
That what we had was unraveling

Nobody compares to you
With all the things you put me through
I slipped saying “I love you”
And you still played me like a fool
...........
For whoever may feel this way...
My eyes are bruised
My pupils are black & blue
Sometimes i cut open my eyelids just to see the truth
I should be put in a mental institute
Because even with all this evidence
Im still evident ...

Self-harming just to get through
Each cut represents you
I lost hope in what to do
Where can i push this pain to ?
I know if i push it to you ,  
You gonna continue to do
  what you do

Im blind to whats happening
It is what it is exactly ...
Lips dusted with *******
Every kiss has you addicted

Sniffing out all this pain
To make it through the life im living

Selling my soul for pocket change
Hoping to see the end of the day

Slits on my wrists
Looking like a checklist

Internal bruises
And burnt cigarette lips

Sleepless nights
Staring at the city lights

Inhalation and contemplation
Oh, how devastating the decisions im making  

I used to be this rose growing from the concrete
Now I'm just a penny lying on the street
You found me when I was down
Showed me the ropes then took me to town
Said you owned me now & forever
Told you I'll do anything to make it better

Look at me baby
I'm so flashy
You see my G-string?
They say money talks but I make it sing

I'll cover up these bruises
I'll keep it moving
All day & all night shifts
I'll do it all to make you rich

High heels & fishnets
***** with my cigarettes
My tools in this dark world
Baby, I'm your traffic girl
Inspired by a show.
Nowadays they want you to have a big bust , slim waist , big **** , pretty face.
Half naked , trying to fill a void they think males are supposed to validate.

Trying to be something their not which leads to self hate.
Slow down , stay at a steady pace.

We're young running fast to win a race.

Fixated on being the definition of beauty , we don't clean our plates.
We wake up & beat our face.

With cosmetics faces looking like cake.
They love our breast but disregard our brains.

We can say anything as long as we have an *** to shake.
This society is a disgrace.

We look for social approval from birth.
Strongest creatures on the Earth, but we still hurt.
At the end of the day when there's no one but me & you. When there's no light & just darkness. Underneath my makeup, I want you to be able to see the pain in my eyes. The tears stained on my cheeks. The broken words left on my lips. The hate in my heart & the loneliness of my soul. I want you to see the bags under my eyes from sleepless nights. Or the crying behind my laughs. I want you to be able to touch me without feeling like you have to fix me. But importantly, when I am fixed, I want to be the *muse behind the freshness of your being...
You said you loved me

Then you laughed

Ever since then I knew,

you didn't mean that...
She looked twenty-one
But she was only fifteen

Trying to play with the big boys
They turned her into a dope fiend

She fulfilled the term
Being “down for the team”

Thought she had control
Until she ended up on the streets;  

Selling her body
Letting strangers get knees deep

How could her parents sleep, knowing their little girl's in the streets
Getting preyed on, like a wolf to a sheep  

Her skin so pale and legs so weak
*She prayed to God to die in her dreams
Part 1
(Please read Part 2)
She was used to the game
And she played it well

Tattooed “мαn єαтєя”
And been through hell

She found a **** who she thought raised her
But really he enslaved her

Spread her wide open
Just to tame her

She was reclaimed
Gripping the sheets as she forgot her name

Unleashing his demons
He went deeper releasing his ******

Shouting and calling him “Daddy”
*Diana felt him thrusting her to agony
Part 2
Now she's eighteen
But she feels twenty-one

Dancing at a *******
You could believe she's the dopest one

As Miami's hottest *****
This was the life she's accustomed to

Selling pounds of white
She was a hustler too

Broken hearted;
A few slits on her wrist

Trust issues;
It was hard for her to commit

But then she fell dangerously
For a man named Roman

Though he wasn't a blessing
*He was an omen
Please read Part 1 & Part 2

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