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@itsayeshadoe
If it were my brother, who came home bloody and bruised. Unexplainable markings laced across his body, You would’ve sprang into action immediately, Ready to confront his attacker. No explanation necessary.
But when I, your daughter approach you With only a mere confession, All my scars hidden, to shelter you. The first words to roll so smoothly off your tongue…
“Why were there in the first place??”
In this sea of everyday faces, I’m desperate to draw the curtains.
Indulge myself in bittersweet darkness. Let the midnight waves rush over me.
Somehow, there is shelter in darkness. Somehow, there is peace.
Drowning in my own despair.
I can finally breathe.
You selfishly judge What I consider Survival.
How could you..
To the next one that comes
Im sorry When I flinch at your touch Or shy away from your voice. For the secrets tears I keep from you And the pain hidden in my smile.
That he selfishly ripped away Parts of me sacred for you. Replacing them with mistrust And angry red scars pulsating Anguishly beneath my skin.
Im sorry It was him who broke me Leaving me desperately clinging To this foreign concept of hope. You will never have all of me.
Im so sorry.
It's better to rise A bit broken and bruised.
-that's where your strength will find you
New Nightly Ritual
Always remember The bad before the good.
The pain he’s caused you The neglect he managed to inflict The ignorance imbedded in his DNA The pathetic excuses that drip off his tongue The cold shiver behind his midnight gaze
Remember the nights you slept alone While coddled in his cold embrace.
Always remember How he had you at his own schedule And abandoned you on your own.
Now tell me, is he worth it? -@itsayeshadoe
The broken hearts know
Strength. Is walking through pure destruction While still managing a, rather, bittersweet smile.
-itsayeshadoe
Don’t even try.
My story Is the type That will shatter Even the strongest of hearts.
-itsayeshadoe
How beautiful we were together But realizing that I mattered more Was just drop dead gorgeous.
-itsayeshadoe
The hardest thing to do
I’ve always wondered, what it meant to have self-love. Is it the acceptance of your physical appearance? Or how different your personality is from those of others? Is it the ability to be comfortable in the skin you’re in? Comfortable and content, knowing that you are only human?
It is all those things, but more.
Self-love is walking away from a situation because you matter, rather than compromising and convincing yourself that what is happening is okay.
It’s having a voice, even when you’re afraid to speak up. It is empowering yourself to value your own opinions. Opinions that shouldn’t be suppressed, but rather voiced loud and proud. Loud and proud not for others, but for your own peace of mind.
Self-love isn't just acceptance, it is respect. Your own respect for the being that you are.
-itsayeshadoe
Amidst all the chaos, I realized, I’m not broken, Just bruised.
The storm isn’t over, The eye is merely the calm. With this second half, Comes my reckoning.
-Itsayeshadoe.
Self-Defense
You see my smile. Brown eyes shining, Soft curls spiraling down my back. Laughter departing my soft, pink lips. The pure image of Carefree and Content. Warmth. Please look again. Don’t just assume. Listen closer. Protected behind my laughter Is the shrieks of shrill agony My soul is crying. Desperate.
I’m cold...
~@itsayeshadoe
Thankful
That’s not mascara, My tears shield you from my actuality.
-@itsayeshadoe
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Anxiety Attack
I hear a soft, sharp ringing. Growing stronger gradually. It feels like the world has stopped. Time going slower and slower. My head is heavy, difficult to lift above past my shoulders. Blinking, breathing, both requiring the most energy. The most effort. I’m on the ground, trying to focus. Everything is hazy. I am numb. Paralyzed. The bomb has dropped, storming the region, leaving it with despair. The rapids emitting exasperation, slowly die down. Trickling to a stop. It’s over for now. I can breathe a little. The lump in my throat slowly being choked down. Painfully, as if it doesn’t want to lose its spot. My task now is to get up. Just get up. Am I still breathing? Pinch my scrawny wrists. Is there still a pulse? The ringing dies down and all I hear is silence. How is it that the silence is so loud? So heavy. Weighing down on my shoulders. Exhausting me. I thought it was over. But as I look up to the light above me, I sense the second wave. I can’t control it. This one rages harder, faster, fiercer. My heart is hit this time.Raw truth spilling out, my reality raking my own claws across my cheeks. Having trouble breathing, because my mouth is stretched wide. Open to the soundless wail escaping the depths of my chest. The first one was for me. The first one was forced.This one wasn't planned. This one will last longer.
Father
You were supposed to be my first love, You ended up breaking my heart. You taught me how to break my own heart. Funny part is, I’ve never even met you.
-@itsayeshadoe
Where were you?
We were so good together. Sad part is, I was the only one present.
-@itsayeshadoe