BEGINNING
NO, It's not your fault that it came or that the pains still remain.
Do you believe in fate because your hurt might be the dawn of a new day.
I get tired too, tired of thinking, crying, tired of reflecting in the darkness that was around.
Above all, i got tired of running.
Running from what life feed me, what fate gave me, the circumstances that changed me.
The world is crazy but i can help you stay sane because like you, I have been through the pains.
And i remember that i am full of stains.
Stains of blood from the first day i was raped.
My life became a page and depression had the ink to write words, words that made me weak.
I know there is a lot of me out there, people that hears the scream when in actual sense a whisper is what was received.
I know how hard you push trying to make sure the next picture isn't for you obituary.
It gets crazy that the world do not see or hear you.
It gets tiring that it keeps happening you.
I once forgot liberty, I forgot love, peace.
I forgot all that mattered because i was in a box running from who next might feed on me.
I was a victim for several years, different people, everywhere.
I died and i woke, I lived in mares and continually pray for not waking the day that is next.
Nobody saw me, because those that hurt me were the eyes that was near me, those trusted to protect me.
YES, It is a crazy world.
You've carried too much. I know you have. You still carry reasons to die because no one see your heart and not a soul hears your voice.
It feels as though the seasons have passed but the individual is left to die.
And your heart says it is not really over.
You wake everyday with the scars that remains, you pretend and take a stroll with friends and they say they know who you are.
HEY, you know they don't.
Because when you retire into the night, you cry out your eyes, you wish you were like them, safe and sane from the day of birth.
It could be a beginning for you, a time to tell the world what you went through or could it be what you still go through? Silence kills the last time i checked, i wouldn't want you to be next.
You can also inspire someone.
Save someone from dying.
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Gmail : Ajoba Oluwafunke
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Do you believe in fate because your hurt might be the dawn of a new day.
I get tired too, tired of thinking, crying, tired of reflecting in the darkness that was around.
Above all, i got tired of running.
Running from what life feed me, what fate gave me, the circumstances that changed me.
The world is crazy but i can help you stay sane because like you, I have been through the pains.
And i remember that i am full of stains.
Stains of blood from the first day i was raped.
My life became a page and depression had the ink to write words, words that made me weak.
I know there is a lot of me out there, people that hears the scream when in actual sense a whisper is what was received.
I know how hard you push trying to make sure the next picture isn't for you obituary.
It gets crazy that the world do not see or hear you.
It gets tiring that it keeps happening you.
I once forgot liberty, I forgot love, peace.
I forgot all that mattered because i was in a box running from who next might feed on me.
I was a victim for several years, different people, everywhere.
I died and i woke, I lived in mares and continually pray for not waking the day that is next.
Nobody saw me, because those that hurt me were the eyes that was near me, those trusted to protect me.
YES, It is a crazy world.
You've carried too much. I know you have. You still carry reasons to die because no one see your heart and not a soul hears your voice.
It feels as though the seasons have passed but the individual is left to die.
And your heart says it is not really over.
You wake everyday with the scars that remains, you pretend and take a stroll with friends and they say they know who you are.
HEY, you know they don't.
Because when you retire into the night, you cry out your eyes, you wish you were like them, safe and sane from the day of birth.
It could be a beginning for you, a time to tell the world what you went through or could it be what you still go through? Silence kills the last time i checked, i wouldn't want you to be next.
You can also inspire someone.
Save someone from dying.
TELL AND SHARE
Remember to send your stories via email and you'll be posted (anonymously of course!)
Gmail : Ajoba Oluwafunke
Instagram : Ajoba Oluwafunke
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