Poem -

THIS ARE PERIODS, THOSE WERE PASTS...

THIS ARE PERIODS, THOSE WERE PASTS...

This pain in my ovaries are familiar,
But this are periods and those were past.
This pains, this hallucinations are very similar;
this are my periods and those were my pasts.
A past, that's so horrible like a nightmare that still lasts.

I used to be left alone;
crouching my belly, a rough sex aftermath.
I was a fool, a sex doll and a clone;
you fucked me up and took me to unknown paths.

The pains are real,
mental and physical.
You'll never know, 
it rips off my heart and my skin peals.
You hurt me and I need therapy physiological and psychological;
I'm too scared, I'm too messed up to show.

Time witnesses, time heals slowly slowly slowly;
I used to question my sanity but now I know I'm innocent, beautiful and holy.
Karma is a bitch maybe you'll get yours (God knows),
But till that time I'll not be there to see those epic dramas and karma's show.

Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Mia Terra

Beautifully written Zoya,
I know it hurts and that doesn't really go away sadly enough but you do get stronger and learn how to deal with it. I hope it get's easier to handle for you soon, Stay strong that's the best revenge you can have

Reply
author
zoya

Thank you. I am very happy that people like you understand those pains. 

Reply
author
zoya

Thank you. I am very happy that people like you understand those pains. 

Reply
Poem -

DEAR DAD

DEAR DAD

Dear dad,
it's very sad,
to tell you that;
please don't be mad,
and play with...

Poem -

DEPRESSION

DEPRESSION

One pale face, no expression;
I guess maybe it's because of depression.
nobody wants to be...

Poem -

SHE IS WOMEN...

SHE IS WOMEN...

She has fire in her soul,
thunder marks in her arms,
when she shines;her haters houl,
...

Latest poems in Drama, Epic, Freestyle, Satirical, Tragedy

Poem -

My Favorite Thing to Do

My Favorite Thing to Do

Everyday's a new day
Everyday is a blue day
When I don't see you
Everyday's an...

Poem -

While in deep sleep tuning...

While in deep sleep tuning fork synchronized circadian rhythm in pitch perfect qi

while channeling the energy of Google
exemplified by cute and cuddly moogle.

I awoke from...

Poem -

Deep Dust

Deep Dust

apocalyptic deity
wrestling with time bombs
shouting in militant mold

***FLAMING!...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com