𝘛𝘞- 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘚.𝘈
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Oh my, It's too late,
Shredded in pieces are my hopes of faith
Sipping coffee in the back of the cab,
3 AM in the morning, feeling unsafe about the creepy man.
The cries, the struggles, the pleadings
looked around , and saw my body bleeding
I am not angry with you God, I am just baffled,
wondering what more to bear, how to solve this "life"-puzzle.
Tried my best to stop him,
But felt goosebumps of disgust all over my skin
Oh my, it's too late,
Shredded in pieces are my clothes, straight
Sipped coffee in the back of the cab
3:AM in the morning, felt unsafe about a creepy man.
I never thought that for living, I had to bear pain,
I am so hopeless of you life, such a shame!
Never thought, I had to pay for my laughters and smile I shared.
Now whenever I laugh, feels like, mouth is full of debts
Oh my, it's too late
Shredded in pieces is my self respect
Feeling insecure about my body once again
Disgusted by the looks of those men
Feels as if the whole world crumbled down losing it's grace
Why can't anybody understand this pain?
"Why me? Why only me?" I thought each dusk, every dawn.
Every chunk of my credence, gone.
Oh my, it's too late,
Nothing could repair my fate,
Shredded in pieces are my wrists
Kinda wish, I could fill that bucket list.
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Author's note -
𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀. 𝗜, 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗔 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩.
Art credit - Yuko Tatsumisha
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