She rolls out of bed, with a feeling of shear dread.
How can she face today when she feels so dead?

A crying voice inside takes over her mind.
She needs to rewind.
The tears stream down her face.
As she whimpers she feels a disgrace.

Nobody wants to know, nobody cares that she's in despair.
But she just needs to repair.

She won't talk, she's afraid that people will walk.
Bottling it up she tries not to sob.
The despair all over, It lies and controls her.
But she doesn't understand why an that's why she cries.

She doesn't realise she's not the only one.
She needs to hold on and stay strong.

If you think for one second that
I will let you back in,
just remember that everybody you meet
is not meant to stay.
And I thank God for that
because I will no longer take your
words that leave scars in my skin.
I refuse to be the villain of your story
that you are so convinced I am.
I have watched you burn down and you
can clear the wreckage on your own.
My structure will not falter
in your wake.

- R. H.

Suffering stirs up the soul
In agony, there are new realizations
Right in the middle, starts a chaotic vortex
Draining up all the energy, leaving the body numb
The mind is aware, yet it can’t control the situation
Getting more and more ****** into the commotion
The uneasiness unsettles the whole constitution
Shaking the belief for some time, yet, takes a heavy toll
Suffering gives a new awakening, to life’s adversities
Sometimes, we have to silently and vehemently fight
Like a lone fighter, up against, so many enemies
The mind as a weapon, is all you have
Sharpen it and keep it agile, as it’s the only weapon
To fight the sufferings, that gets hold of you

I wore you like a bruise
                                                                                            proudly
                                                                            on my left cheek
                                                                  displayed for all to see
                                                                              you marked me
                                                                                 but I survived
                                                                                   on my cheek
                                                                            but you will fade
                                                                    and i will still be here

The look from her eyes, will make your knees buckle.
Old game; same struggle, different hustle.
With a croaked smile; she whispers, “I love you.”
Thighs, chasing highs, cause highs- heals;
lovely view; your daily double.
Tried beginners luck; who gives a ****
Heads and Tails; and things still aren't looking up.
That's the closest; some will get; the rest giving up.
So much for getting lucky.
Luckily, Misery hates company;
Unless they accompany.
Lots of money to cover fees.
Monkey see,
Monkey do,
You ain't telling me.
Good ******* the streets,
But in the sheets,
Nothing but trouble
Likes is rough.
Using your weak spots,
her strong points; tough
they will make you struggle.
Rubbing her strengths against you,
All skill, applying her iron will; until
you burst your bubble.
Her feelings; out of reach
Those things; will get you in trouble.
No love lost; tough lessons taught.
The experience they brought.
No family, no Friends; The endz;
In God we Trust; is all she can trust.
Saving her life away, still ain’t enough.
Men lie, women lie; that’s enough.
Life is rough; but she’s keeping up.
Won’t get the best of her, can’t say it enough.
Life’s a *****; and the devil filleth her cup.
Now Karma's coming after me; *what the ****.