#innerpain
Colors
Even if my life has no color,
I will always paint yours in every shade
because I know what it feels like to live without color.
I know how broken a person becomes
when nothing is ever painted for them.
Ever since I was little,
I could tell the difference between real and fake colors.
I recognized fake smiles,
felt their emptiness before anyone said a word.
I understood what adults thought
children were too young to notice.
The strangest part is
I always saw the lies.
Every one of them.
Now I’m almost twenty,
and I still haven’t felt any color.
Maybe I’m too broken.
But how can someone who has felt nothing
be this shattered?
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 5:00 PM UTC
Your pain is a well carved from your own
burden — the deeper you dig, the louder
the darkness learns your name.
The hollows echo with every forgotten
ache, in this chamber where young hopes
are laid to rest too early, their graves
watered with the salt of your tears.
It stands before you like a frost-bitten statue,
cold, unblinking, watching you slowly wane.
And still,
you taste the stain of yesterday’s mistakes —
sins that cling to the tongue even after
repentance has washed your hands clean.
You are the last howl in the quiet,
the final cry your heart releases when
the world refuses to hear what breaks you.
Yet where the rain falls —
whether in gentle drops or merciless storms,
let your soul loosen its grip, unfold its fist,
and allow the sky to wash what you’ve carried
too long. Because even pain learns to loosen
its grip when you finally choose to loosen yours.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
I'm tied down and locked in a box
Held and bounded by powerful locks.
I still move around peacefully and freely
I still live and act me
Everyone else is locked in this 'box'
They are tied down and held by locks
But we still see them live each year
We still see them happy and smiling each day
We are all trapped but we don't even know it
We feel lonely but never show it.
Refusing that you're trapped in this 'box'
Only doubles and strengthens its locks
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
She said she hated it when her husband said you are so ****
She said she hated it when her husband gave compliments on her physical body
And I saw tears on her eyes as she pouring her heart out to me
And i know she really meant it...
And i wonder how much pain this woman carries inside
Her inner wounds, her bleeding scars waiting to arise
Out of the quiet surface showing to public
How chaos and messy her entire world would be
when she felt into this stage of self-destructive
And i know everybody has their own fight
We all struggle one way or another in our life
But i do feel so much sadness hearing her said
"I wished i wouldn't be pretty so that nightmare didn't happen to me"
And i wanted to tell her so much that
Her beauty wasn't the root
Of that ugly tragedy happened in her younger dates
Though i know how far she has gone
On her path of healing this intensively painful past
i would still want to tell her that
Denial does not work
As right now she is denying
This particular compliment her husband wanna give
To a woman he sees as the only beauty on this earth
And i would still want to tell her
Even though he doesn't give
The kind of compliment she prefers to receive
This is somehow, a kind of therapy she needs to practice
To acknowledge her own beauty physically, emotionally as she is
And to learn how to receive compliments
The real one, regardless of the forms they come in place
since people giving compliment might not be good at warping gifts
But in the end, its the love they want her to get
love to heal
to console
to strengthen
to make change
those deepest unseen wounds she is carrying around
along her journey on this planet...
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 5:29 AM UTC