Belladonna

Why can't I write without tears, Each word a wound so dear, Scratching my heart with pain— Like thunder chasing gentle rain. Why do I need to bleed to feel, To scrape the truth, to make it real? My mind, a maze of restless storms, Longing to break, shift, and transform. Why the hell is it like this? Hope—a ghost I always miss. Why can't I just simply be, Without this ache anchoring me? This feeling, a mess that pulls me deep, In darkness, where no light dares to seep. Always lingering, always near— A hell in mind so close to bear. Yet somewhere, in the silence I keep, A whisper stirs beneath the deep. Not hope, not peace—but something small, The will to rise, despite it all.

 — by the girl who believed a little too much I'm done with pixel-perfect lies, Face-painted hidden disguise. Love can't bloom where truth won't stay, So I'm wanting to walk away today. I fell for a voice so far — a lie That wasn't his at all. Warmth that felt like home, so fake, A ghost I learned too late to take. He let me love a shadow dance, Watched me fall for a false romance. Smiled while wearing a borrowed face, Erasing all that time and space. This ain't anger, just a plea, A dignity born from pain so deep. No explanations needed — I'm done being broken at the end. Stayed for a soul I thought was true, Not for a mask, not for the view. Now I'm shattered once again For his lies and all he's done.

Something that day, died within me— a spark misplaced, a dream set free. A home, once mine, a destined place, changed its path, left no trace. What did I lose? I still don’t know— a faded dream, or passion’s glow.