She walks in the darkness of words,
Between empty promises and suffocating gestures,
What once seemed like refuge,
Turns into a prison, a constant fear.
He watches her, but does not see,
Controls, manipulates, everything for his own gain,
And she, lost, questions what is real,
If love is pain or just plain dread.
She cries in silence, alone in her corner,
The weight of exhaustion goes beyond the body,
They are scars on the soul, invisible,
But even so, she does not surrender, she does not fall.
But one day, she finds the key,
The courage to leave, to break free,
And though the chains of fear are strong,
She learns to rise, to walk again,
To look towards the future and not the past.
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illusions
Poetry"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
