Category: luna’sworld

(Extreme sensitive subject)

I look in the mirror

And heave a sigh.

It’s time girl to stop the lies. 

You can do this 

Youve done it before


You fought each time 

With your all.

They were big

You are small. 


You need to admit

Here and now

That those were not

JUST attacks

At all. 


You need to forgive you

For leaving the others behind

After you were taken away 

After that pinch on your skin. 

You took a big chance

Dont you see?

Those people did not win?

Say it sweetie

i know you can

Look in this mirror and take a stand.


Looking deep in my own eyes

At a ghost in a shell. 

Emmi girl they were going to 

Do much worse then just drug and rape you . You know this of course. 

Stop hating yourself because you escaped.

But for the others there it was already to late. 

10 hours you walked on freezing bare feet. 

Be proud of what you did hun. 

That was a feat. 


I punch the mirror 

It isnt fair!!!

Why oh why did I leave them there?!

Why did I become so lost? 

I couldnt show the cops 

Where those monsters accost?!


Sobbing now

I sink to the ground. 

5 rapes in a little over a year.

5 long screams they chose not to hear. 

Two of those, females held you down. 

Laughing as The others went to town. 

You fought hard each time

And each time you bled

It is time 

Can you accept it yet?

You’ve been through worse 

Then this spell. 

To your feet girl

Let’s give them hell…!



I understand. 

Hey you in that broken glass

Be proud if yourself

The truth

Came out

At last. 

It’s that small ache

That tiny heartbreak

That deep bone sadness

That’s tears one apart

It’s the life of crazy

The life of pain

The fuck all

That makes you go insane

The silence 

The sheep

Laying my head down to sleep

The tears

The lies

The most terrible of goodbyes


Why the hell should you care

It’s not like I’m a good maiden fair

I’m just here

Hiding the tear

Hiding the fear


It’s that tiny ache

That rips apart

Leaves one open

To a broken heart

It’s the life of crazy

The life of shame

I can’t even remember 

My own fucking name

The silence

The sheep

Broken soul at my feet

The tears

The lies

I’m too tired to cry.


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