: ALLOWABLES What I think, as I watch it die painfully slow under my feet; crushed legs and open stomach, small as a spider can be, because it couldn't fight back. Because it didn't run quick enough to disappear under a rock or into some corner I don't think I'm allowed To kill somet...Read more

Small hands are shaking, with fear. Big eyes looking at you, in a small face aligned with long brown hair. Questioning something is still so hard to compherend entirely; death. Lost is a new word, dead, burial, grave New vocabulary list smells like blood and terror. The nights are darker without a s...Read more

What does it mean to lose everything. My melancholy of the bittersweet canvas That was meant to be. To the ache of this heart particular was everything. My gravity by design. The kiss of softness. That cruelty became a host. And kryptonite of mines. To know Harley Quinn to me was a angel. A seasona...Read more

I'm not going to listen, I'm not going to surrender If the sky is too bleed profusely And all these paper people come out of hiding Then is when the tables have turned Your tongue speaks crazy I can't afford the luxury Because innocence wasn't taught to me Laughs can't mask,all the sadness Trap...Read more

I am absolutely livid. My hands are shaking as I write this because I have to share a tragedy that has left me hollowed out with fury and sickness. This isn't just a story; it's a testament to the fatal cruelty of betrayal. This is the story of a girl, a bright, promising soul who was just sevent...Read more

you gave me thorns and stones where flowers should have grown you called misdirection “guidance,” and cruelty “care” you brought me into existence, then recoiled from the life you made i learned your name as a cry; you answered with erasure i offered love as proof of worth; you returned betrayal a...Read more

​The morning news is written in a language of ice, Of lives traded cheaply and the heavy, sudden price. And I look at you, my son, my heartbeat walking free, And wonder how the world could be as kind as it should be. ​I see the shadows in the street, the coldness in the palm, The way the world can ...Read more

​I am the one who walked through the fire, The one the darkness tried to claim. I lived through years of the tightening grip, And the cruelty that had no name. Domestic war is a silent war, Fought behind a locked-shut door, Where I learned to breathe in the middle of wreckage And survive what no sou...Read more

Was it a name or a pattern that taught your nervous system to flinch at tenderness? You didn’t shatter loudly. You learned instead the quiet craft of survival, how to fold your light small, how to swallow questions, how to call betrayal love just to stay warm. They came dressed as fate. Soft voice. ...Read more

The Noise is a constant, grinding hum, A headline cruelty, where division is won. I write this from the hollow of my chest, Where anger, cold and heavy, takes its rest, A fierce, deep weight that makes the breath feel thin, At all the suffering this harsh world takes in. It is no temper, swift and s...Read more

Eyes straight ahead Blurring out old acquaintances We used to dream of acceptance Only to flinch at sudden approaches That could never be me It's what everyone thinks Justifying cruelty When it's a trend in society It's only words But God knows it hurts And you don't know It's a life behind closed d...Read more

Tell me you can break me now, when high school already did, not because I was fragile, but because I was poor. And the cruelest part? I survived them. Day after day, enduring their quiet cruelty, their words are cutting deeper than fists no one could see. We grew up. I made something of myself. Bu...Read more

What if choosing “peace” meant choosing harm? Choosing silence. Choosing to carry pain alone. Letting themselves sink, drowning in emotions no one ever sees. They held their breath beneath their own storms, beating themselves with the weight of unspoken hate. Faced with disrespect, cruelty, and ...Read more

You hurt me so bad, I ran away, Yet you chased me though I said enough. You still wanted us to stay, But stop—still stuck in the past love. I don’t want push and pull, An on-and-off carousel, No more seesaws under unfair gravity. You made me tired, Then you’re the one who regrets. You pressed me do...Read more

My life felt like a mess Cruelty was endless We win, we lose We let others step on our shoes We taste the bitterness of Cruelty We feel envy and insecurity Some live that life with endless money Some live the pain of poverty Some never see the light Some always live in dark nights The discriminat...Read more