Our eyes met,
But unfortunately not forever!
" A Story of a Hooker or Prostitue "
This story is inspired by indian community, how the circumstance creates a prostitute.
Once upon a time there was a 12 year old Girl, her name was Rekha , she studied in class 9th in a government school. There was total 7 members in her family, Mom , dad , granny , and her 4 smaller sisters. They all lived in a slum area and her father was handicapped also he beg for their survival.
That day was just like every day, when she was coming from her school to her home but her destiny was calling her somewhere else. She was kidnapped by few people that day , and those were the gang members of the human trafficking group who smuggled girls from one place to ano...
Ive danced with the devil
Grown my garden in a place
Where all monsters are men
And all men are mice
Paid the price
N Sold my soul
Gave it all up
Only to end up alone
No one cam never know
But If you want to hear my story
It is written.....
On the roadmaps of my wrists
And on the gatewayz of my soul
I cannot begin to explain the hurt I’m feeling. How can things that are in the past and honestly should not matter ruin everything that was perfect in my life. How do I constantly find myself in all the negativity and drama. Why am I always trying to be torn down and talked down upon. How can’t one person hurt me to where I feel I’m literally at the bottom again. I feel like I post something irreplaceable. I have been hurt so much it’s killing me. All I want is to be happy. I want my life to come together already. I’m sick of feeling like this incomplete puzzle that’s never going to be finished because the last piece is lost. But still. The scar in my heart constantly feels fresh, because it’...
Why are you yelling at mommy...
Dear Daddy...why are you threatening to burn us
Dear Daddy...why are trying to take my brother
Dear Daddy...why do you hate me?
Dear daddy...am I bad?
Dear daddy...why do you only care about my brothers what about me?
Dear Daddy...are you happy I hate you now?
I hope you look at the moon some nights and think of me, when you’re walking home from the bar dazed and drunk after spending your time enduring shitty conversation with a blonde you don’t quite like. I hope you are reminded of
my love when out of habit you read my horoscope in the paper and it says I’m going to meet someone new. I hope when you finally decide to walk into our cafe again that nothing tastes the same. I hope it stings and your chest gets tight. For just a moment, I want you to be reminded of my absence and for just a moment, I want it to hurt.
If ever I got a chance to go back in time, I'd go back to our first date. Not that I want to change anything but I want to re-live the start of us. I vividly remember every moment of that lovely night.
We driving up to the hill and dining under the company of countless stars. We didn't have a clue back then, what might become of us. And I certainly knew that whatever we would be, it would be for a very long time.
I still try to re-live that moment in my head. I close my eyes and imagine us in the front seat of your car, sitting close in each others arms. It was the perfect place to be. Absolute bliss. I remember you had that sparkle in your eyes that made me fall for you, your touch calmed ...
I’ve got to stop living my life through you
as though it’s all I am worth.
I’m left feeling empty,
and it’s the emptiness that I can no longer take,
a void in which I find myself constantly trapped.
Being loved by you should be enough,
I should feel complete
as though my life has purpose, but I don’t.
I feel empty,
I feel like I’ve become two different people
living two different lives,
both sharing the same heart,
both trying to destroy each other in order to survive.
As I watch them from a distance,
knowing neither will win,
I can’t help but feel like a stranger in my own life,
a life which I am forever living through you,
a life which is no longer mine.
Sometimes we do regret for not saying things to the close person once we lost them,
Not because we took them for granted but because we knew they know what we wanted to say ...
If someone wishes to ruin your day then turn the other way and have the best day you’ve had in a long time.
Be resilient, in you.
Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don't give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people.
I found some peace yesterday. After finally getting ahold of you to tell you about what’s been going on with our daughters school and discussing her midterm. I told you everything that I had to say and hung up. I wanted to call you back so badly and tell you about all of the fuck ups that you’ve made since you started cheating with her. I wanted to hear you say SORRY, why is that too much for.
I cried at my work desk and then finally stopped and realized that I have to let you go. Ignoring someone that’s at their lowest because you don’t want the drama (that YOU caused) is a coward thing to do. You don’t care about me. You have yet to call or text and see if I’m ok. If I call you...
'Don't leave me, please.'
' I love spending time with you'
'The hues of your hair are beautiful'
'I'm here for you'
And yet, these words were nothing but a dazzling costume designed to conceal the nothingness he had carefully woven in his soul, perfectly crafted to catch an unsuspicious passer-by.
Y regresó... La bestia que hunde sus afilados y gélidos colmillos en mi pecho, que mastica mis entrañas desde dentro mientras aún vivo estoy. Presentía su llegada, más nunca intenté evadir su inmisericorde ataque. Irracional y patéticamente ofrezco la desnudez de mi pecho, en sacrificio de un sentir que necesita redimir la estupidez, la imbecilidad. Y mientras grandes trozos son arrancados, mientras sollozo en silencio el brutal dolor, espero, anhelo una frase, una palabra siquiera, que brinde la anestesia a mi suplicio, mas recibo la inerte mirada de quien parece estar ahí, más no lo está. Es cuándo infiero que siempre estuve solo, que no hay miradas inertes, no hay bestia... Que el reflejo ...
And little by little your memories were fading between a sea of feelings that could not help but wish you the best.
A veces me gusta acostarme bajo la lluvia y dejar que mis lágrimas se transformen en gotas
You never saw my weakness. You never saw the ache I carry inside my vines. You never heard my mourning sighs, You never felt the tears behind my smiles. You never know the story behind my sadness, I never told you about the stories of my scars cause I was busy counting yours, You suddenly left, To another life, Where dreams are made from roses, Where smiles are pure rain, Where you laugh from your heart ribs, Where you see the infinite of your smile and the sunset of your pain for that I'll smile but today, I am a cloud and I'm going to cry.. -Maya
Seventy six days had passed since I last sat here and wrote down all the things I know about you. This corner has been my sounding board to all the things I feel for you.
It’s been one thousand six hundred and forty days since you broke my heart and yet we kept going. On this day, the 15th of January marks another letter unread. And as always, I am looking forward to the setting of the sun. When for some, darkness is sorrow, for me, the darkness means you — a sense of fulfillment for me. Will you ever be the same? I always wonder whether absence makes the heart grow fonder or find another. I’m just hoping it will never be the latter. Friends, you say, is the relationship we should keep. Pe...