#manipulated
I don't know either.
Maybe I am drifting
Maybe I did something wrong
Maybe I'm losing my mind,
my sanity, my worth, my sense.
Or maybe I opened my eyes
And saw the thorns on your roses
through bleeding eyes.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
Misguided steps, manipulated, broken,
Fragments of a life, tokens,
Memories, dark, awoken,
Provoking ramblings, choking,
Left for dead, moping,
Listless, out of time.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
How could you!
You showed your true self
I'm not angry about that
I'm angry about how you handled everything
How could you!
I thought you cared
You LIED!
You Manipulated Me!
You Blamed Me!
HOW
COULD
YOU!
Jul 7, 2024
Jul 7, 2024 at 2:47 PM UTC
from the day I was born
I wasn't meant to belong to myself
a cursed being without any power of control
my fate was written
in a lazy handwriting
on a wrinkled piece of paper
very early in life I learned so
that I had strings tied to my limbs
and I'd never be able to walk alone
any glance of freedom
where I dared to dream
was followed by a unwanted label
I've always been
someone's sister
someone's youngest child
someone's crush
someone's heartbreak
but never
in the purest
the freest
form
me
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC
There she goes, with a young heart in a ****** world. She’s so young and she could be so gullible. Love sounds like a dream but feels like trickery to her heart. To have power over her young heart, that would be the dream for the ****** in the ****** world. She’s so young, it would be so easy to lie to her. She’s so young, it would be so easy to take advantage of her. She’s so young, it would be so easy to manipulate her.
She feels every time she is lied to, taken advantage of, and manipulated, and she knows what’s happened to her. She doesn’t want to say anything about it, because she knows only the ****** would do such a thing. The ****** weren’t always the ****** and she could be one of them any day, and she knows.
At some point, however, she feels the need to say something as a preventative measure. She has a young heart and so many of the ****** want to **** it. The ****** world doesn’t feel safe to her. She wants all the ****** in the ****** world to stay away from her until they are no longer the ****** However, she is scared that everyone in the ****** world, including her, is the ****** She is scared that there will be no one left in her refuge once all the ****** are gone. She has to risk her fear because she believes her heart is young and she wants to keep it that way.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
Waiting for a sign of freedom
Waiting for someone to see me
Nothing I do is good enough
all I do is full of love
What if I said you were too much
It’s a lie,
But I’m a heartless being
I want to see what would happen
I wish that I could care
And I kinda do, I swear
And If I were to stay
There would be no other way
If I could say,
What I really thought
You’d know for sure, that I am a bad person
And I wish it was so easy
As for you to say you love me
But my internal organs say you hate me
I know you say,
“It isn’t true”
But what do you think I am? Sane?
Well, you were wrong
I’ve been with me my whole life
I’d trust myself, on a rare occasion at least
Because I’m a special case
One that’s about to break
And I know you can’t take
Any more of this, And that’s my fault,
I’m sure but what makes you
So sure?
That I would save me if I could
I’m a domino effect
So how about let’s go a set
A knife right onto my open arms
Ready to erase me and
Ready to embrace you
I don’t know what I’m seeing
All I can tell you is that
I’m a heartless being
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
All your fears come true,
you were just there in lieu.
A body to warm his bed,
a soundboard to ease his head.
You always were a placeholder,
again forced to grow colder.
Soon there will be nothing there,
no words or love to show you care
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
no matter how many times
your thorns rip through my flesh
i will still look into your eyes
and only see the beautiful rose petals
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
I didn’t realize you used it against me.
When day 4 was erased and turned into another day 1,
I still thought it was all my fault, that I didn’t give you enough.
Now though, I see you are a monster.
I refuse to blame myself for being naïve.
I’m no stranger to abuse, but your method will haunt me for years.
While wielding the sword of my own horrors, you whispered the vows that would save your reputation and keep my loyalty even when I’m empty and broken.
You soothed the old wound and turned my wildfire into a flickering candle. But my wax turned cold on impact when you tried to slice my flesh when I was most vulnerable.
I let you draw blood, numbed by your manipulation.
But now you are gone, and your anesthesia wore off.
I see you now.
You are not my friend.
You are not my enemy.
You are just a terrible young man who’s name I will eventually forget.
Because you are nothing to me anymore.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
i gave into your words,
allowed myself to believe in you,
became vulnerable in your arms,
naked under your touch.
i wanted to give myself to you,
thinking you were worthy of it,
that we were in love,
and this was another level of connection.
you liked spending time with me,
which made it harder for you to move,
i thought it was sweet,
until i realized it was said right after ***
and timing is everything.
you refused to leave my side when i cried,
even when i asked you to,
making me think you were amazing,
until you asked to have ***
and timing is everything.
you were listening to me
open up about my feelings for you,
intensified with love,
until you said you were too ***** to talk,
and timing is everything.
i ignored all those times,
wanting so desperately
to believe you were genuine,
that what we felt was real,
and it was not an unrequited love.
until you left,
after promising to keep in touch,
and I never heard from you again,
so I caved,
finally understanding,
you were using me for ***
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
I really want to believe you.
I want to believe in the fact that you are done exploiting me.
I want us to not have an expiration date.
And even though you comfort me like warm milk on a cold night,
I think it will eventually spoil.
It’s hard not to feel used.
Friends don’t treat friends like this.
I can see why people think I’m being manipulated.
I probably am being manipulated.
But I’ll savor it until you decide you’ve had enough.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Why lie to me?
Instead of crying to me,
and saying that you was not right to me?
Don't think you can just buy me,
I ain't no chicken you can't just fry me.
I can't be manipulated except by God.
you see,
You were not my everything, you were just a part of me
Now I let you go because you weren't rhyming with my beat.
You were on another different flow, You weren't on my team.
Well, you thought you was "the GOAT" But you were just another boy that lost that girl that gave you so much love.
But, you gonna know what you lost when your friend are crying on the low.
They couldn't get me when I was once your own
Now that I left you, they out here creeping on the low.
Saying that they love me and I'm there only hope.
You should also use this opportunity to figure out who's the real bro...
or the one that will go behind your back to get your ex that they once called a ***
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
It's funny what people are willing to ignore
when you have notoriety, wealth
and power under
your belt.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
#
It felt like I was the reason things started going wrong in your life
The leash of guilt tightening firmly around my neck
Was it love?
or
Was it Pity?
It sounds stupid,
But once I was tied up in this invisible cage
I found it hard to escape from you
Like an idiot, I forgave you numerous times
For you knew how to twist things around
And every time i did something
I could feel as though this guilt was loosening
Even if it was just a bit,
I thought this is a fair price to pay
As he needs me
As much
As I need him
But we both know that together we are Toxic
#
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
~ ❤️ ~
A unique soul who shone amidst
bleeding roses and crying lilies.
~ ❤️ ~
One who blurred the line between
realism and divinity.
~ ❤️ ~
One who had a golden nimbus,
two wistful blue pools, and carnal lips.
~ ❤️ ~
A woman intact with her inner child.
~ ❤️ ~
A mirror who shone even with all the
cracks shown.
~ ❤️ ~
An iconic image, underestimated and
manipulated.
~ ❤️ ~
An angel who fought off all your demons
and in your death, never fell from grace.
~ ❤️ ~
A dreamer who held and achieved her dreams.
A dream in lace, a poison in place.
~ ❤️ ~
Greatly loved to this day.
For every little girl is a walking star.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
I believe at one point,
we are all flies in a web.
Stuck and bound by one
great spider.
Who's calm and cool
when it comes to
control because they
can bind us down
and pull strings over our
heads.
It's the only way for them
to feel powerful, and that
feeds into their predatory
nature.
The webs they spin coat
and change who we are
as well as becoming what
they need.
A meal.
Helpless.
Trapped.
And we become comfortable
in that disrespect for us.
Yes.
At one point in our lives,
we are flies in a web.
Most people stay flies from
birth to the hearse.
Some people are natural
born spiders; deceptive.
controlling.
To all those flies,
people like me,
who flew and escaped
from countless spiders,
it's long overdue
that we become
one.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
nothing but a rental
my body, I'm left empty-handed
windows shattered, broken doors
violent breeze pushes forth
I am abandoned
my lips swollen
all the way down to my throath
I'm frozen
not allowed to sing another note
tender galaxies
stretch across my delicate skin
stars bursting, they're screaming in pain
creating infinite life, where shadows remain
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC
sometimes we do get tired putting others at the first place, we don’t even realize it that we are into their game. we tend to listen the noisy souls asking us to make a peace and have a better relationship with human beings. we forget about ourselves, we are drowned, losing ourselves in chaotic waves. they don’t get how hard to get up from their game. we are trying so hard to find the real world; the world they destroyed.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
*The world is trapped in a thick haze,
which is why no one wants to be themselves these days.
They are watching; circling like vultures,
while slowly washing away my colors.
Bandages and "sorry" don’t fix bullet holes,
decaying people have decaying goals.
Do not dare to dream of something bigger,
when your friend is shaking with their finger on the trigger.
Childhood songs are stored within,
like ink is etched into my skin.
My youth they stole; they left me plain,
with venom quickly crashing through my veins.
We are all but pilot episodes,
failing to ever make it as we go.
Like lost souls we flourish through the night,
searching for originality to make us shine bright.
Society; your cage is officially suffocating,
our lives you so ruthless is dominating.
The truth I speak is so loud you can not ignore,
because this is not another harmless metaphor.*
I declare war.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
The Light
I’m feeling emotions I don’t want to feel,
praying that God helps my journey to heal.
The curtain has fallen on my happily ever after,
my knight was a man who crushed my spirit. I heard his cruel, mocking laughter.
Before my life changed, I had goals for myself. I once knew how to love me.
I believed in myself and what I could do, and my own happiness was key.
I didn’t need anyone to make me feel whole.
Self-confidence and self-love were already present, they were a part of my soul.
My light was so bright, I knew others felt it.They were drawn to its charm.
Then He drew me in with his promise of love; he said he'd protect me from harm.
Like a thief in the night he stole my light, his words left my soul bare.
I gave so much that now I am empty, and, I realize he never did care.
I can’t help but wonder why did he choose me? It’s just plain evil, I think.
Devouring light like a modern day vampire, until beautiful souls are extinct.
Randy McPeek
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
"Don't beat yourself up about it,"
He said this as if by hearing those words
I would not receive the bruises and scratches
That he repeatedly gave to me.
That by hearing those words,
Every hurtful thing he told me was flawed
Could be erased
Dissolved.
He told me not to beat myself up about it
As he was slicing me open.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC