She bleeds.
Overflowing with the darkness that continues to rush in her veins
with the pressure of the greed, hunger and pain
That sucked out the happiness out of her rosy cheeks
and made it Impossible for her to love the pitter patter of the
raindrops falling on her face.
She screams.
She screams until her voice is hoarse
but she knows that no sound comes out of her mouth
because the world is no more willing to lend a ear
to the blue, lifeless souls
Her vocal cords fold over on its own
it's like her body has given up hope
and now has unwillingly succumbed to the black hole
she once mistook as a ray of hope
She lies.
She lies because it's easier than to let those monsters disguised
As angels know what goes inside her numb mind
as she knows they will choke her breath of fresh air,
they will muffle her screams for help,
they will bury her self esteem so low in the ground
that it will never see the rays of happiness and hope .
She cries.
She cries until she can't see what's in front of her eyes
but it's better this way as she doesnt want to see the torture
reaching out to her enveloping itself around her
whispering unholy nightmares to her
caressing her hair in a way that makes her want to pull out her roots.
She drowns.
She drowns until she chokes on her own breath,
trying hard to swim against the dark ocean's menacing wrath,
and she hears the heaving of her lungs which is filled with the harsh words piercing through her body
like arrows falling from the smoke-lit sky
between the war of her brain and her heart.
She falls.
Falls deep in the facade she once thought was love
only to realise that the butterflies that erupted in her stomach were plastic
and the oh-so-red colour rising in her cheeks was not realistic
as it was only a way to make her fake-believe
that she was deserving of love.
She tries
Every. Single. Day of her life and is still questioning
how the hell she is still alive
Her forest now dark, the trees with wilted leaves and butterflies with broken wings
She still puts on a fake smile even though she has a thousand reasons to die and many million tears left to cry.
She is feeling so much, at this point she wishes to
feel nothing
Be nothing
Know nothing
They say she changed a lot
But she says, a lot changed her.
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Abyss [Spoken Word Poems]
PoetryAbyss - " an immeasurable deep void" In the depths of my heart, an abyss does dwell, An abode of whispers, where shadows swell. I lay myself bare, each verse a thread, Seeking to fill the void where my silence spread.