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Hears to those who struggled with self harm,
and nobody knew
hears to those who learned to cry silent tears,
for fear they would wake someone too
hears to those who didn't get the help they needed,
so slowly receded instead
hears to those who hate the smell of beer,
because they know what happens next
hears to those who are afraid of "i love you"s,
since the heart takes so long to repair
hears to those who's single parent did all the raising,
because the other never cared
hears to those who are enslaved to addiction,
and wonder how it came this far
hears to those who dream,
but only earn more scars
hears to those who suffer in silence,
who keep spiraling down
you didn't hear us then-
so please hear us now

hush little baby don't say a word
your silence is exactly what they prefer
hush little baby don't you cry
they'll just tell an even bigger lie
hush little baby don't make a sound
if u speak up, they gain more ground
hush little baby, don't speak the truth,
they'll twist your words and call it proof
hush little baby, don't take a stand,
don't even try, no one will understand
hush little baby, you don't get it yet,
they've had control since the moment you met
hush little baby, keep it inside
stay quiet while u slowly die
suppress the emotion, hide what's real,
keep it all buried, there nothing to heal
they don't mean it, it's just a joke
but soon enough, silence makes you choke
keep away, leave my emotions alone,
i've changed, they aren't yours to own
speak little baby, express yourself
learn it's okay to focus on your own health
speak little baby, stand up for what's right
don't let them manipulate you, put up a fight


i keep telling myself im over it,
over you
and then i'm sobbing
my mirror is the only one who sees
my shower drowns my sorrow
the knife stares,
unaware of its hold on me
you look at me with hate
you despise your creation
can't you see what you've done??
the years of friendship,
down the drain
out of my body
like the rest of my pain
i'm done.
no i'm not
i cant escape you
you command my every thought
there are many strings on me
and they're all controlled by you
i'm sick of the lies,
of the pretending
every hour of my life is stuck thinking
of you, the monster
and yet loved by Him
my sin, my pain
my hurting, my pride
it's making me see you,
but with tainted sight
i'm blind to your good
i'm done with your bad
Why did i not stop it?
i tried to get away
i didn't try hard enough
i want it to stop.
...please.
make it stop.
Are you proud of what youve done?
do you even know what you created?
you don't see me at night
that's when bad thoughts come
you turn away in disgust
you think i'm the bad one
why can't you see what you've done??
my flowers,
i have two
they know everything about you
they see me suffer
and they know why
and they comfort me when i cry
two flowers, rooted in pain
both with soft petals
and past thorns
that have yet to be changed
they are there in a way,
that you never were
you left
i left
but the pain?
that stays
i need this to end.
i'm done with pretending.
i'm done with being broken.
i can't make it stop.
please, God.
make it stop.