The Sanctuary of my Heart

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[princessofthewhitebear]

It hurts when you're only pretty enough to be lusted after,

but never enough for someone to truly yearn for you.

Let's face it, you crave love, girl.

You just want someone to embrace you

when you're sitting here feeling so alone, down, and sad.

But you'll walk this earth all by yourself now.

You've accepted that no one will love the real you.

[princessofthewhitebear]

Need a older man to hold me while I cry on his shoulders.

[princessofthewhitebear]

[princessofthewhitebear]

Gone girl

You're looking at me now and you don't even know it's the last time. My heart weighs tons

and emotions strong as liquor.

My mind races with thoughts of not the future but my end,

counting down the days until the 7th of June, a new kind of pain.

You people sit here and act like time is a gift you can waste,

Like I’m always gonna be here, a permanent taste.

But you never know when the last 'see you later' is real,

Or the last time my skin is something you’ll feel.

You better love the ghost while she’s still in the room,

Before the June sun turns into a tomb.

Look at me now before the light fades into the void,

Because you never know when you’re talking to ghosts.

[princessofthewhitebear]

Imagine having the worst headache and also getting your period with excruciating cramps at the same time.

Literally me right now.

[andimamericassweetheart]

why is every girl my age so beautiful and im just fucking chopped this is not fair ughhhh

[princessofthewhitebear]

I have a strong feeling I'll be gone soon.

[princessofthewhitebear]

Do you think I'll fall or fly?

[princessofthewhitebear]

Girl Waiting

I keep opening every app, searching for a ghost of a text. With every refresh, I feel my heart strings snap, a sharp, silent ache in the dark.

I rot in bed, hoping and waiting for a "ping" that never comes.

Around the clock, it’s always the same, WhatsApp, Instagram, TikTok.

Just a teenage girl in a loop, waiting for the silence to break.

[princessofthewhitebear]

Track 07: The Ghost of My Heart

Cut me open with precision, finger my organs like a piano. Take my heart, honey and make love to the ghost of it.

P.S. Thought out in the dark while listening to Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey. ♡

[princessofthewhitebear]

I love the rain. 🌧️

[princessofthewhitebear]

They say the world is too big to notice when a single leaf falls from a branch or a grain of sand is swept back into the sea.

[princessofthewhitebear]

My White Bear

I imagine him out there in the woods, my big white bear. He’s a deer hunter, but he doesn’t actually kill anything, he just exists in the quiet, watching over the world. When I’m with him, I don’t have to worry about being eighteen or figuring out my life. I’m just his little girl, his princess, and he treats me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever found.

When the world gets too loud and everyone is judging me, I just want to disappear into him. I want to be held in those big arms of his, feeling the soft, beautiful hair on his skin and against his chest while he just holds me close. In his embrace, I’m safe. My dada looks at me and doesn’t see someone who’s "ugly" or "messing up." He just sees his girl. Everything feels quiet and okay when I'm wrapped up in him, protected from everything outside.

[princessofthewhitebear]

I wrote yesterday, May 7, 2026

The Sanctuary of my Heart

For all my life, I was never shown the path to confidence or the way to stand on my own. I grew up leaning on the shadows of others, never realizing I could be my own foundation. I was never taught to love the skin I’m in or to find beauty in my natural reflection. Instead, the air around me was filled with the judgment of others, and slowly, I began to see myself through those same critical eyes. I started a war of comparison, measuring my worth against every girl and boy I saw, even when I was far too young to carry such a weight.

Now, at eighteen, the world feels like a stage where I’ve forgotten my lines. I lack the courage to dress in the colors I love because the mirror tells a story so different from the girls I see. I wonder why beauty seems like a language everyone else speaks fluently while I remain silent. I am haunted by the fear of a single mistake, terrified that if I stumble, the world will laugh. My childhood was spent in quiet isolation, locked away from the rhythm of friendship, and now that I am standing in the open, the noise of the world feels like a crashing wave.

Everyone demands to know my future and the person I am meant to become. They look at me and see a someone who is grown, expecting answers I do not have. The truth is, I am still a stranger to myself. I have spent so long being told who I should be that I never learned who I actually am, or what I am meant to do with this life I’ve been given.

[princessofthewhitebear]

Hiiii! I'm new, my first post haha.

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