Dose of chevvi

Category: #truth#sanity#broken hearted

  • “He won’t, and I can’t.”

    I can’t make him love me.
    he won’t.
    and i can’t.

    i can’t beg
    without ripping something out of myself.
    every time i hope,
    it hurts.
    every time i try to be “enough,”
    i lose a piece of me.

    i can’t keep showing up
    to be ignored.
    can’t keep softening my voice
    just to make space for his silence.

    i’ve cried in rooms
    he never even walked into.
    screamed in silence
    while he laughed somewhere else.

    he doesn’t see me.
    not really.
    not the way i need.
    and maybe he never will.

    but god, i tried.
    i tried to hold my breath long enough
    to be what he wanted.
    i tried to be small, quiet, simple.
    i tried to prove
    i was worth staying for.

    but i can’t keep bleeding
    just to keep his hands clean.

    he won’t love me the way i need.
    and i can’t keep pretending
    that’s okay.

  • wounded

    wounded


    In the silent depths where shadows roam,
    My pain resides, a silent tome.
    Time's passage fades hearts, leaves them lone,
    Life's twists alter destinies unknown.

    The agony I've borne through years untold,
    Echoes louder than tales of old.
    A haunting addiction, consuming whole,
    A gnawing disease, taking its toll.

    Where lies the promise of "ever after"?
    In this world, distant laughter.
    I harbour a secret, too fearful to confess,
    Afraid of losing dignity, beauty's caress.

    Unready for battle, I long for light,
    Craving love's chimes, banishing night.
    Do not let me slip into the abyss's sway,
    For life's grasp consumes both night and day.

    Fragility echoes, easily broken,
    Memories twisted, left unspoken.
    Tragic, how hopeless memories cascade,
    Rendering my spirit, fragile, swayed.

    Behind painted smiles, my soul weeps,
    Gracefully broken, as darkness creeps.
    Within, my heart lies shattered and faded,
    A testament to life, painfully jaded.