she looks like a dream everyone wants but no one sees the loneliness behind her eyes the shine is an illusion and all she really wants is someone who stays and makes her feel like the world is finally hers
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she looks like a dream everyone wants but no one sees the loneliness behind her eyes the shine is an illusion and all she really wants is someone who stays and makes her feel like the world is finally hers
“I tried to be better for everyone — a better daughter, sister, friend — like if I gave enough, I’d finally matter. I kept giving in because losing you hurt more than losing myself. But being the one who always bends slowly breaks you. You yell like I’m nothing. Care for your ‘only one.’ And I stand there wondering if I ever existed to you at all. I don’t want to disappear. I’m just tired of fighting my own thoughts every single night. I gave everything and realized I deserve something too.”
Little Did They Know
Little did they know
how many nights I sat with my head in my hands,
trying to make sense of a world
that never felt like it was built for someone like me.
They saw me show up, smile, nod,
say “I’m okay” like it was second nature.
But they didn’t see the versions of myself
I buried just to survive the day.
Little did they know how tired I’ve been.
How waking up isn’t always a relief,
how silence in a room feels louder
than the voices in my own head.
They didn’t hear the conversations I’ve had
with the ceiling, with the night,
with a God I wasn’t even sure was listening.
They didn’t see the tears I swallowed
because there was no one around
who would know what to do with them.
Little did they know I’ve mastered the art
of pretending.
Not because I’m strong,
but because breaking in public
feels worse than breaking in private.
They thought I was calm.
But this calm came after the storm wrecked everything.
After I screamed into pillows,
cut people off,
lost myself,
and crawled back with bloody hands
trying to rebuild something worth living in.
Little did they know
I’m not healed.
I’m not whole.
I’m just here.
And that’s all I’ve got today.