"𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥."
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Poems which are a raw and unfiltered expression of inner turmoil and emotional turbu...
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I lie down in the dark room and I wonder, is it time? Is it time to leave this world and sleep forever? Embrace the beauty of death.
Every single night results in me crying, and yet I wake up pretending to be fine. I stared at you with hate in my eyes, and you still pretended like nothing had changed.
Nothing is the same now. Before, I didn't understand the gravity of our situation, but now that I do, all I want to do is give up.
I'm sorry if I hurt you by saying this, but I'm tired of it all. I want to rest now even if it brings me disappointment in the future, at least I'll be alive.
What will make you understand my pain? I'm scared of you because of previous experiences; you always take it out on me. Or so it feels to me.
It's like I'm your punching bag, but there's only so much a punching bag can take before it bursts, right?
So, here it is. I am bursting with pain, anger, and rage from the past. I am done being everyone's punching bag while still taking the blame.
I knew the first time I met you that you would have a deep effect on my life. And you did.
You taught me what true happiness and true pain is, and for that thank you. But it's time for you to go now. If you don't, I might just lose the last piece of myself I have left.
