#unspokenpain
they call it home.
i learned to call it something else.
the same four walls,
the same silence that never helped,
the same nights that strecthed too long
with nowhere to hide.
and i remember,
how the room would watch
like it always does,
holding its breath
while everything broke.
i was small,
small enough to think
someone would stop it,
then someone would choose me.
but the silence stayed.
so i learned early,
how to survive inside a place
that was never meant to hurt me,
how to carry something invisible
that still feels like it's there—
like red
that never really washed away.
and even now,
when the night comes back
and the walls feel closer,
i realize
i never left that room.
i just grew around it.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 9:42 PM UTC
A burden sits heavy.
A secret runs deep.
It lives in the heart’s dark corners,
where shadows quietly seep in.
There’s no ache quite like
the story you never tell—
a ship of sorrow
caught and lost in its own storm.
Inside, it presses against the ribs,
wanting out.
In the fire of silence,
it smoulders.
A door never opened.
A road never walked.
A book left closed—
pages full of words
that were never spoken.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
Resentment(noun)- a bitter indignation
at having been treated unfairly.
A feeling of anger due to being forced to accept something
that is not to your liking.
An emotion.
Resentment- hatred, anger,
like a bile of hot molten lava
tearing through the flesh of my heart,
splitting it apart
trying to break the confinement of my ribcage;
slipping as a drop of clear saline fluid
from the left corner gland.
I, being frustrated, trying my best
to stop those salty drops,
fighting a losing battle.
The pain, rage, fury, sitting deep inside my mind
is turning into resentment.
An emotion.
Sitting alone for hours, in the midst of mayhem
trying to sort out every chaotic thought,
trying not to feel miserable,
that helplessness of not being useful,
of not being able to do anything;
is what makes me feel resentment.
My home turning into a mere house
is making me feel resentment.
Resentment- an emotion,
an emotion I would rather not feel,
an emotion I wish had never learned my name.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 9:35 AM UTC
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I wasn’t the daughter you expected.
I try, though—
but you know I’m not perfect.
They call me a burden,
and some days, I believe them.
Harsh words outlive apologies;
my life feels short from carrying them all.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe you were happier before me.
Maybe I crossed a line simply by existing.
If that’s true, then say it plainly—
don’t leave me guessing in silence.
Because some nights, it feels like
I was born to die,
nothing more than a regret
that learned how to breathe.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
My heart is broken,
I don’t know what to do.
An empty silence follows me,
I feel alone, always.
Something is missing,
a piece I cannot find.
Tears fall without reason,
leaving me incomplete.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC
He sits on the edge of the bed;
tears rolling, no reason.
Not sad —
_just leaking_.
Hand across his face,
_sniffs_, straightens his back.
Deep breath —
__Done!__
He moves on,
like it never happened at all.
“Never mind,” he says,
“that’s just life.”
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
Anxiety, do you think you love me?
Oh mind, do you want to be my friend?
A lonely stone in the full quarry
No chance that it will begin to swim
Shadow girl, with your many faces
With every ash you take to sin
Big voiced tropes steady unfolded
A fear to never tell again
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
Tears squeezing one by one
From eyes that feign untroubled sleep
Slowly flows
From taut cheeks
Quivering from suppression
Of lips dying to scream out
The words of frustrations
The sentences of antagonism
The paragraphs of vulnerability
That is never allowed to be free
And how they trickle one by one,
Slowly dampening
The pillow that witnesses
All the defenselessness
Of a lonely girl
With voice that shouts
Yet unheard and unsung,
With eyes that implores
Yet unseen and unperceived,
With hands that reaches
Yet untook and ungrasped,
With a heart that waits
Yet forgotten and abandoned.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
"In certain hard moments, not even your
comfort food,
favorite perfume,
healing music,
that one comforting conversation,
a peaceful walk in nature,
or a joyful outing can bring you back to normal."
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC
Don’t close your eyes on your dreams—
you’ll lose sight of what you believe.
The will of your work is measured by
the work you’re willing to put in.
As I live in a house of emotions,
courting words to plead my case—
bleeding through a see-through face.
A quiet ache, always on trial.
Knowing that the high-and-mighty
Christian is the easiest target to bring down.
Careers cut short— because in short, they
never really knew the Lord.
_And me?_
I live like the world’s greatest plot twist,
my mind a tornado of thoughts—
every turn unexpected,
every breeze loud with questions.
I’ve known the chill of a cold finger turned
trigger. And felt the weight of a sharp tongue
used as a silencer. As it’s easy to shoot yourself
down the same way you shoot others—whether
whispered or screamed out loud.
But those who follow their worth,
instead of searching for it in the crowd—
those are the ones who stand out.
__Aloud.__
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
In a brief squeeze, my chest _wheezed_—
there goes my heart, falling out of itself,
into another rhyme, into another line.
Queue me up for feeling less than myself,
lost in being so lost.
Letting go of old grievances just to make
room for new ones today.
“I’m not okay”—
but I won’t say it, because you MAYBE
won’t think of me the same.
Sometimes I’m determined, other times,
indulgent. I look like I’ve got it together,
but beneath the surface,
_I’m exhausted_—
completely out of order.
_Struggling. Sweating._
But short on words to explain what’s wrong.
I’d be seen as too much for speaking my
pain aloud— but pain is always louder
when it’s silent.
So I speak now for those who are just like
I am.
__We are We__:
navigating identity crises in these
stretched-out teen years of our twenties.
We are plenty— and still enough to
surround each other in love that counts,
instead of letting life count us down
or count us out. We will rise. __Together.__
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
"Some things can only be carried as a responsibility throughout the life and can never be out of love."
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
I trusted your name,
So You never killed me,
Never I did either.
What do you have to say ?
Yes,
I killed you.
And I made you suffer.
I was 15,
you were same,
I watched your eyes...
And mine in rain,
I am sorry if
You were in pain ,
my brother ..
you felt that never,
Your eyes were numb,
Nothing that now ,
That makes me better.
I killed you,
my brother...
I was looking at you,
But you were not,
I am not sure if
I missed you a lot.
There was no blood ,
No body.
If you were in fear..
Waiting there,
All in the woods
Staring stairs,
Had I come down then .....
You would not starve then,
Would you have still waited , then?
What do I do now?
Where have you gone .
You killed me ,my brother,
As you made me suffer ,
From the pain you dealt me
I will never be better.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:16 AM UTC
Why do you do this?
Twist my choices until they vanish,
your words, soft but cruel, carving into my flesh,
each one deeper, more suffocating than the last.
You blackmail me with your pain,
threats hanging like nooses,
slowly tightening around my neck.
You said you’d end everything,
if I didn’t surrender to your darkness.
Do you even see me,
not as your shattered reflection,
but as someone slowly being erased,
drowning in a life I can’t escape?
I know you're sinking,
but why drag me down with you,
burying me beneath your weight?
I need you to hear me—
to release me before I’m lost entirely,
because if you can’t,
I’ll break, and you’ll have killed me too.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 10:50 AM UTC