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Audrey L Oct 13
i hope that’s okay with you
loving a woman like me,
a woman with many scars.
Dharatal Oct 10
When a child is born whole family celebrates it with great pomp & joy ,
But not same with a girl,
she is thrown at the steps of temple, she cries whole night,
but devil's heart doesn't melts.
When she is grown up she is kept in a cage with a little space and full of problems, her heart screams but nobody cares, tension of feature,
fear with society.
She drinks her tears and never shows to anyone. She bears constant torture,still she is known as weak ,

Her biggest mistake is she is a girl.
Shea Oct 8
If this is health,
what the **** is sickness?
I'm tired of being the one
Who has to be the one
To give a ****
What happens when
I want to give up?
What happens then when
I have step up
and be the one to fix the problem
when the problem is me
me, I, myself
I caused this wreck
this body I'm in
has hurt more people than
to begin with
to rid of my problems
I must change
but changing means
accepting I'm the problem
and what if
I know I am
and knowing I'm a problem
makes me want to rid of who I am
for good
Shadow Apr 27
Laying in sweaty stained sheets
With the ground below
Covered in empty tin and glass

A shallowness
Starts to grow inside
But is pushed to the darkness
Faster than it is able to grow

"No one can see that." He thinks

Positivity sparkles the outside shell
That inside
Holds putrid and lorn feelings
Hidden deep down
Not able to be seen by anyone

Everyday it gets harder
But the "smile" never retreats
Because if it ever were to
He'll feel complete defeat
Beulin S S Oct 6
They told me, "don't worry."

They told me "don't cry..."

They told me, "it's a piece of cake..."

They told me, "you can overcome."

They told me  "there will be a solution."

Yet, they cry for their own pain;

They trembled in fear;

The world pretends to be "OK,"

While we are in pain.

If they suffer...

We console them "As we are fine."

"The world pretends."
Everyone in this world wears a mask for others.
Nylee Aug 12
it was always this
a routine
it could have been different
but it is in line
going out of line
the usual unusual design
the impending death of routine
the beginning of the changing times.

some days you start
with a want of change,
but the change
changes you in so many ways,
it has its consequences,
constantly changing,
no matter what
and you are stuck in the routine
resist it even if it is a good thing
but mostly it is bad
rarely it never is.

known problems
follows a routine
but unknown
it is a pandora's box
you never know
the enlisted
routine to follow ahead
tweaks and tricks
and, back to the road.

it challenges you
changing your views
doesn't listen to you
you don't know
who to turn to
it is so out of
comfort zone.

I know it is imminent
the make and break of routine
I am rarely going to pass my years
just like this
inside my bedroom
with the closed doors.

It is happening
I cannot follow my previous year routine,
talking to same five people I have known
you have replaced me from your routine,
It is changing, I am changing
so are you
You don't need me the way I do.
Breathe in, breathe out
One, two, three—
It’s a necessity.
But I beg to disagree—
It’s a luxury.
The spin to my records, Scream

Makes it all easier

To face the music

Relentless trouble

And I drown it all out with noise

A choice between Hell and America

Heaven now too good for anyone

I perish between

The perfect and righteous

The flawed, Rip the hostages

I've trapped

In my mind

They are chained and scarred by my mistakes

That in the moment were choices opposed

To a dead end

My screams now level

Only an octave higher

From the massacre I've deserved

I've been targeted


All the abuse and trauma I caused

How could I have known then?

My mind once creating scenarios on how

I'd sceme my way into getting what I craved

I, deprived of what was not needed

Just wanted it so bad

Those I've hurt

I'd never hurt again

If given all tools and resources to do such

I'd use them upon my soul

To dispose of reek planted by shame

You live and learn

And all my knowledge now

Is put on hold until

Their hurt

Mirrors mine


Shattered plastic

Because I'm stubborn

And Glass too fragile

Reminds me of a relic reflection
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