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anuj Jun 23
I was made to be on top by God,
But I became a tool that only nods.
I see myself — I know I’m better,
But I can’t control it… and that’s what’s bitter.

I want to live as my true self,
But became someone who hides from himself.
I knew I needed a pause, a break,
But they yelled, “Stop? For God's sake?”

So I paused… and quietly broke.
Now I can’t hit back — I’m sinking slow.
In a lake of silence, deep and wide,
I watch the real me — float outside.
This is for the version of me that never got the chance to grow. I didn’t fall behind — I just wasn’t allowed to catch up.
Claudia Darian Jan 2018
To break someone's heart is to break yourself
each and every time, with every heart
unconsciously becoming broken
in tiny bits and pieces of your former self
until you become your own stranger within
leaving behind those unacknowledged parts of yourself
forgotten as nothingness conquers all and dust seduces the wind
reigning into an empty void
that used to call your name.

— The End —