There are days
when I smile
like everything is fine,
and no one notices
...
I was cursed before I even understood what love meant.
A demon marked me when I was only a child,
whispering that no heart would ever belong to me
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Happy Birthday to Me
There was no cake,
no candles slowly melting
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They came like candles in the rain, soft voices calling out my name. I thought their hearts would stay the same, yet all they left behind was pain.
They wore their kindness like a veil, a ghostly ship with rotten sail. When storms arrived, their vows grew pale, and every promise seemed to fail.
...
The noose of contempt grew tight, without a corner to hide the fear. Family, love, and friends: the suspicion that courage doesn't exist in this world. Despair shattered the mirror. There were no tears left, no reflection, not even a damned door to life. In the atrocious silence of the fall, the soul tore itself apart, without a lament, leaving only a cold, hollow body floating forever in oblivion, where nothingness devoured its echo.
@newgirldark
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They say feeling is a gift,
but no one speaks of its weight.
Of noise that travels through the bones,
...
@newgirldark
Now everything is Al, that's the way things seem to fly.
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I no longer remember how old I am,
or how many winters have passed me by.
Years touch every face around me,
yet somehow they never touch mine.
...
Today I feel fragile,
and silence weighs more than before.
The hours move slowly around me,
like ghosts dragging chains across an empty floor.
...
We are surrounded by people…
and yet more and more souls fall asleep feeling invisible,
like ghosts wandering through brightly lit rooms where nobody truly looks at each other anymore.
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'It is deeply disappointing
to witness how easily people
offer their trust to strangers,
to voices they barely know,
...
I loved you in shadows,
where light cannot wound,
where souls burn quietly
unseen.
...
I loved you in shadows,
where light could not betray us,
where silence spoke louder
than any promise.
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'The House That Swallowed Me'
I grew up holding keys not mine,
open doors… but I stayed inside.
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I do not remember my sin,
only the weight of their voices
sharp, undeserved,
echoing in a child's chest.
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They didn't remove me for failing,
they removed me for shining
where light feels uncomfortable.
They clap in daylight,
...
Love does not bloom
in rooms built on imbalance,
where one is throne and the other
kneels in silence dressed as devotion.
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I love you like night loves a fading breath,
no promises of light, no fear of death.
You are the shadow that holds me near,
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Death does not scream, it knows my name,
it walks in silence, never the same.
Not here to steal, but to remind,
that all we are will soon unwind.
...
I cry in silence so pain won't hear,
but sorrow always lingers near.
A broken echo in empty air,
...
I was not born into light… I was born into the crack. Into that place where love pretends to be eternal while it is already breaking, where promises sound sweet right before turning into poison. I grew up learning that everything that feels safe will eventually fall apart. I became silence when other people's words started to hurt more than emptiness. And inside that silence… I found the only way I could exist: writing. I am not a story of hope. I am a collection of fragments no one ever stayed long enough to hold. I am the messages left on "seen, " the hugs that never return, the looks that promised something that was never real. I write from the bottom of what is never said out loud. From the exact moment love stops being love and becomes an illusion held together by fear. From the wound that smiles so it doesn't disturb anyone. Inside me lives a broken, fierce, inevitable beauty. A beauty that does not heal… but reveals. Because every verse I write is a confession no one asked for, but my soul can no longer keep. I do not seek to be understood. Being understood would be too human for what I become when I write. I only seek not to disappear inside everything that once promised to stay. And if my voice sounds dark… it is because I learned that even night has memory. @NewGirlDark More at: https: //linktr.ee/newgirldark777)
No One Says It, But It Hurts
There are days
when I smile
like everything is fine,
and no one notices
that the smile
is just a poorly placed bandage
over something bleeding.
I talk, I answer, I keep going…
I do what's expected of me,
as if being strong
was an obligation
and not a weight.
No one sees
the tiredness that never sleeps,
the sadness that never cries,
the words I keep inside
so I don't make anyone uncomfortable.
Because yes…
I'm tired of being the one who handles everything,
the one who understands,
the one who is always there.
But…
who is there when I can't be?
The world keeps moving,
like nothing happened,
while I learn
how to fall in silence.
And the saddest part isn't falling…
it's realizing
no one was watching.
And in that silence,
something inside you begins to speak more honestly
than any performance ever could.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just enough to be real.
Because there is a kind of exhaustion
that does not ask for attention
it only asks not to be denied.
You start to notice the difference
between being needed
and being held.
Between being present for everyone
and being present for yourself.
And it becomes clearer with time:
the absence you feel is not always others leaving,
sometimes it is you
slowly stepping out of your own reach
just to keep functioning.
But even that pattern is not permanent.
Nothing truly lived through remains unchanged.
There are moments small, almost accidental
where the mask slips
not because it breaks,
but because you forget to hold it for a second.
And in that second,
something very quiet appears underneath:
not strength as performance,
not strength as obligation,
but strength as truth
the kind that exists even when no one is watching,
even when nothing is expected.
And maybe the world did not notice your falling.
But that does not mean you were unseen.
It means you are still here
in the middle of everything that tried to make you disappear softly.
@newgirldark
'Love cannot exist where one dominates and the other disappears.' @newgirldark
'You are the shadow that holds me near, a silent salvation only darkness can hear.' @newgirldark
"I cry in silence so pain won't hear, but sorrow always lingers near." @newgirldark
"Sometimes the deepest betrayal is not the lie itself, but watching people trust it more than they ever trusted you." @newgirldark
"People rarely break your heart with truth. They break it by choosing lies over the version of you they once claimed to know." @newgirldark
"Loneliness never betrayed me the way people did." @newgirldark
When your candle burns low, who stays beside the fading light? @newgirldark
If your hands were empty, would the same hearts still knock at your door? @newgirldark