Veiled Emotions

Veiled Emotions

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"Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be Kind. Always." - Robin Williams This is just a start of a small book with some poems I wrote myself. Its just a way for me to express my emotions and feelings. It is a bit personal but then again many people go through these emotions so it might be relatable to you. This inspiration stems from all the pressures and expectations in life or a really happy event that occurred. These poems may range from distressing to hopeful to maybe inspiring poems. I guess if you like reading about emotions or understanding a person's feeling you're welcome to come read. But if you just want to have a go, why not? However, this is the first ever time I'm doing something like this so this is unedited. Though I will try to make it as grammatically correct as possible. Feel free to comment and vote if you would like :) "The world is full of precious souls wearing masks to hide their pain" - Alfa (Instagram Poet)
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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