A Collection of Poems and Writings of a Madwoman

Oh, how bad this life is

Oh, how bad this life is,
When fate's cruel hand unfurls,
And rips apart the bond we cherished,
Leaving my heart in endless twirls.
The world feels heavy, harsh, and cold,
Where silence screams and breaks,
Where hurt is worn on broken skin,
And every heartbeat shakes.

We were as close as kin, my friend,
Our souls entwined with care,
But now you're torn from my embrace,
And lost within despair.
I watched you face the cruelest words,
The stares that burned like fire,
Your strength, a shield against their hate,
But it didn't lift you higher.

For you, the world was never kind,
You were judged for who you are,
Your skin, your love, your quiet heart,
All marked like an ugly scar.
And then they came, with cruel intent,
The ones who broke your soul,
They hurt you deep, they made you small,
And stole a part of your whole.

You fought the battle no one saw,
The darkness that you faced,
The scars they left, both inside and out,
A pain that can't be erased.
Your body bruised, your spirit torn,
But still, you fought to stay,
The world around you pushed you down,
But you stood firm, day by day.

In moments sweet, we laughed and dreamed,
Our hopes soared side by side,
But now I'm left with hollow space,
As you drift away, denied.
You tried to heal, but wounds run deep,
They don't just vanish in time,
And all the hate that you endured
Was never yours to climb.

Oh, how bad this life is,
To snatch you from my sight,
Leaving me to mourn the loss,
Of my guiding, shining light.
For every soul that's felt this pain,
That's been broken by the night,
For every one who's seen the world
And wondered if they'd fight.

The ones who've faced assault, the rape,
The ones whose bodies were betrayed,
Whose voices were silenced by the weight,
Of fear, of shame, of hate.
For the ones who've been told they're not enough,
That they're lesser, or too loud,
Who carry scars both seen and not,
Who live in silence, not allowed.

Discrimination wears many masks,
It speaks in whispers, sharp and clear,
It's in the eyes, the words, the hate,
It's in the pain we fear.
It's in the way they turn their heads,
When you ask for what is right,
It's in the silence when we scream,
For someone to help us fight.

Oh, how bad this life is,
For every heart that's torn,
For every soul that's been dismissed,
For every dream that's scorned.
For the ones who've walked through hell alone,
For those still left behind,
For every girl and every man,
Who's been made to feel confined.

Yet, in the darkness, I will hold on,
To the moments we once shared,
For though you're gone, my dear friend,
In my heart, you'll always be there.
I'll carry your fight, your strength, your voice,
Though you've passed from this world,
For those who still walk in shadows deep,
Your story must be told.

Oh, how bad this life is—
But still, together, we'll persist.
For every heart that feels alone,
We'll rise, we'll heal, we'll resist.
Your light won't fade, your love won't die,
For in us, you live on.
And though the world may tear us down,
We will rise, and we'll be strong.

So, to the ones who suffer still,
To the broken, bruised, and scarred,
Know that in the darkest hours,
You are loved, you are not far.
We'll fight for you, we'll raise you up,
For you are worthy, you are seen.
And in the end, together,
We'll find a way to heal the broken dream.