Hades Unrest

They already know they have a problem.

Facing it alone wasn't their option.

They don't need your eyes.

To tell them.

They already know.

I hate what i see.

I wish i could be.

Normal? Different?

I want the mirror to lie.

And no longer cry.

Lie to me and tell me I'm beautiful.

My metamorphosis.

A butterfly?

How long will i be a shell?

And will i ever be able to fly?

I know I'm not a joy to your eyes.

And love isn't an option at this time.

Years of struggle will come to an end.

But i can't stop my self thinking that.

I hate what i see.

I wish i could be.

Normal? Different?

I want the mirror to lie.

And no longer cry.

Lie to me and tell me I'm beautiful.

Ps. This picture was taken by Joanna watala. I'm not a fan or a follower. I just came across it as an Internet post and i felt this picture hit hard. So i have decided to share. So if you like the picture or feel touched by it then please show some love for the person who put the thoughts and efforts to make the statement they wanted in this picture.

I have never myself experienced any eating disorders where it is a psychological issue. I think in my life i know one person who has a version of it. And perhaps i have an idea how much struggle it is to never be able to like or love your body but actually hate it on daily basis and find yourself always back to the start of things.

I could only feel the photograph and imagine the struggle of those two girls. Thus came out the text. But it's something i think I'll never have the full experience or the understanding of fully.

My deepest compassion to everyone who has ED or going through phases of stress eating or starvation to the point where they need to work a lot to get back to their normal self or the body shape / weight they want.

Hades don't want you in his underworld so please live long, happy and healthy. And I'll be smiling at your progress in the direction you've set.

Endless the days

Argent haze

As the remedy flows into

Concealed veins

Where are we to run

Our season won't come

And everything you have said so far has been wrong

I made you the goddess of the underworld.

Where only the two of us exist.

Away from eyes.

Where no one could judge us.

I decorated you with everything i have.

My love, guilt and shame.

Coughed your hands with my pain.

Blindfolded your eyes with unreachable dreams.

Watched you rot before my eyes.

While your soul lingered for freedom.

Giving you everything i had.

Was my only argument.

But you're a sunshine.

In my darkness.

You withered by only lighting

The void of my heart.

To radiate

Tried my words

To illustrate

Finding ways to end the pain

(Ways to end the pain, ways to end the pain)

Let the river run wild

Dreams shattering

Fixing to die

The levee breaking

I can't live to fight once more

The road to the grave is straight as an arrow

I'm just staying around to sing your song, baby

Full of love and guilt.

Crawling out of the mud and dirt.

My love has covered her with.

Spitting in the face of her torturer.

While her tears wash her cheeks.

You enslaved me.

With your crown on my body.

My king.

I no longer feel a queen.

A goddess.

I just wanna be.

Free.

Human.

Mine never left that night but yours has found the freedom in daylight.

One inside you and the other remained with me.

What's mine inside you. Doesn't make you my property.

Even with you leaving my kingdom.

It only make us miss being whole again.

Was it black that was purified and whitened.

Or it was white that was smeared with blackness.

Same as people. It's easier to deal with a person when they show you their true color. But when they are grey you may never know what's the truth.

Embrace your color. Even if you are viewed differently.