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Ginger Jul 16
Broken and Shattered kinda like a mirror,
But unlike the mirror she can't just throw herself away.
She tried multiple times and multiple ways
But instead she pushes her feelings aside.
Her happiness doesn't matter.
Her Boys matter
The boys of a monster.
They Matter.
Unlike a mirror she can't just throw an object at what hurts
to get rid of the pain and the hurt.
People tell her to remember the things that happened before it all started...The good Memories..
What they don't know..
Is the Broken and Shattered has always been there.
Diksha Prashar May 2020
I wrote about
Heartache
Not following your
Past mistakes,

But, what about
The girls or boys
Getting *****,

Losing innocence
As such young age,
Not even
Knowing
What they lost?

Gained horrors
For a life range
Used
As toys for
A meaningless
Exchange,

Monster intoxicated
With lust
Roaming these streets,
That’s the real issue
No my clothes
You pin,

What a bad joke
Life is?
Instead being
Kind
We being stripped
From our
Dignity.
Salmabanu Hatim Feb 2020
Silently,
Slowly,
Gracefully,
She blossomed,
Unfolding her beauty,
Petal by petal,
A perfect rose,
Sweet and  fragile,
Caressed by innocence.
He came into her room one night,
Her own peer,
He violated her,
Took away her purity,
Crushed her trust,self respect and joy,
With his greed,lust and evil intentions.
I could see her dark rimmed eyes, sad and haunted,
Now a tattered rose.
19/2/2020
Laiba Nov 2019
One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts


Day 1 cleen  
Day 2 clean

Relapse trigger by words
Just once more time


Day 1 clean
Soul has gone
No soul to cut
Day 2 clean
Day 3 clean
Death has erupted to the wrong vain


But
Isn't
That
What
I wanted
To end
This war
In my head
Laiba Nov 2019
Why is it that the people
We love the most
Hurt us the most
Dad
This aimed at you
Sorry i had to do this thoughts of the might
Priya Oct 2019
She appears to be A weak and
fragile creature,
Containing a ******* in her,
Which is capable of trapping the demon
That lives in you.
Once trapped, you will only remember the way in and out of that hell.
She is a women in her curtain.
She is not a meek creature which you consider her to be. She is too strong to hold a life within her
Hello Prolly Apr 2019
Inhaled your bleeding coming out
the brave in black and white
that roughly occupied my brain

I wish you had never been
so quiet
but you were

Now glad to see you've walked
the path so long so far
today standing on your own

Still miles ahead to go
but you, girl, you will once
heal that **** and understand
... and i know now, where we have to go from here on
Aoi Feb 2019
Kept hearing the ticktocks,
It is time to start my little game
Eyed the prey as he talks,
Hope he still remembers my name

At the dusky street,
Where I started what is planned
Took him long to accept defeat,
Pinned him until he stopped struggling on
the land

Took my blade and stabbed his orbs
Oh, what disgusting views it absorb!
These pair of eyes, I despise
For it was used to spy on my sister's
thighs

His sinful hands, I chopped
He heard how my sister begged but he
never stopped
These hands that traveled my sister's
pearl,
This is what I had witnessed when I was a
little girl

Lastly, his little shaft
I slashed it in half
This little thing is the reason why we mourn,
For she slaughtered herself with a baby unborn

She had commited the unforgivable sin
For she was sexually abused at the age of
fifteen
I stood up to desert the venue,
My dear sister, I have venged for you
Shirley Antonio Feb 2019
He closed my mouth made me look at my crumpled in the mirror.
He took her in my arm and ***** the little Lily
Her shouts flowed into the walls my blood sold over her  innocence
He took on her arm silent her  shouts made
Her  sanity got  sick.
He put lipstick on her lips
He found her  and abused her
I did not know who spoke to him, he got her  head up and he told her  lies to sleep.
At least her  nightmares were more fun.
He took her  arm again and  she shouted but no one heard
She  fell
She was still feeling his skin in her teeth
She looked into my mirror and she  was abused again
Her hroat was dried her  unprotected life, but he defeated her again
The wolves  eaten her  flesh ,they were lliving  inside me.
One doll, two dolls
...and she  was abused
She drank poison to sleep.
She was trying to not scream and he liked her voice muffled.
Her atrophied mind was again abused.
He tightened her  body
He lived from her , he pulled her  hair closed  her  mouth blurred her lips with lipstick and played with her  as a doll
And he ***** her again.
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