She replays her suffering from the violence,
Those punches, slaps, whips, strangles and the burning tears stained on her clothes,
She would start slicing her wrists every single day in an instance.
Adults like her parents wouldn't understand,
She started to think she was someone talentless and ugly,
If you told her she's beautiful, she wouldn't accept it, she can't.
She never knew self-love was what she needed, she planted thoughts that she, herself, was deadly.
She was abused,
Her old flames destroyed her life,
It felt like it was hell fire that burned her,
Every night, her back felt like they were whipped and stabbed with knives.
In the present, you'd see her smiling and she's got a lover.
His love for her was pure, sweet, infinite and he said it would last forever.
She never had felt safe like this in his arms,
She found her safe haven, found herself and she's not left astray, not anymore.
He stares at her small figure and wraps his arms around her tightly.
Tracing her face with his fingertips,
All her scars and imperfections,
That's what makes her so beautiful, strong, she's a survivor, thats his definition.
- 08.02.2020 -
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The Chaos In My Mind
PoesíaTo everyone wondering what the hell is happening in my head. All these poems were written after i remembered, Remembered the pain I've been through, Reminded of how cruel this world was, Thinking I needed to let it out. I was once a little girl...
