The Piece Of Me ✨❤️

[Maayaa ❤️]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

 

[cheetra]

An observer, a feeler and a thinker you are a beautiful author...

 

[Maayaa ❤️]

An observer, a feeler and a thinker you are a beautiful author...

Aww means alot dr.. Thanks

 

[Stanz]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

Beautiful

 

[Dom55]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

@Maayaa ❤️ you are like open book. Sometimes vulnerable but same time equally strong to face any worst situation. Thats life. Its good practice to put everything in words thats what you experience, observe or even feel. Evenif its painful when we reread it , it gives another level pleasure how sensible one is. Good write up. Keep it up.

 

[DRAGON LORD]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

Nicely penned down its awesome

 

[BayBee]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

Thank you for sharing!!(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

 

[Awesome Man]

Its give many feels but when we understand and try to say words not come up it was awesome feeling that feel inside

 

[Soofiih]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

I saw my reflection somewhere in you... You is beautiful, you is kind, you is smart... Keep moving!

 

[Mahe]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

 

[Robiin]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

There’s strength in choosing yourself after giving so much of your heart to others. Healing isn’t about forgetting the past; it’s about finding yourself again without losing the kindness that makes you who you are

 

[Avissssssss]

I am the girl who laughs while hurting the soul that feels alone in a crowded room the heart that loves too deeply and the lips that whisper “I'm fine” when a thousand words are screaming inside

I have stayed when it hurt, forgiven what I couldn't forget, and prayed for people who never cared about my tears

I have lost pieces of myself trying to be enough for others until life taught me that love should never cost me , Myself

I am still healing still learning still finding beauty in broken places. Some days I'm a butterfly some days, I'm just tired of flying

But I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself

Let them misunderstand my silence. Let them remember their version of me. I know what I've survived, and I know who I am becoming.

I am not my wounds, not my past, not the people who walked away.

I am Maayaa a thousand unspoken feelings, a heart learning to choose itself, and a dark phoenix still rising from the ashes.

This time, I'm not trying to become someone worth choosing.

I'm becoming someone who will never abandon herself just to be chosen again.
I scribble here not to blame anyone, nor to seek sympathy. ️


Maayaa Scribbles is not about my pain alone it's about the memories I create through my words.

Every scribble holds a little piece of a moment, a feeling, a thought, or a story that deserves to be remembered.

Some words come from the heart, some from imagination, and some from simply observing life.

Not every sad poem is my story. Not every emotional line is a cry for help.

Sometimes, I just write because words have a beautiful way of turning fleeting moments into lasting memories.

I don't scribble to make people feel sorry for me. I scribble because one day, even these words will become memories worth keeping.


Maayaa Scribbles ​

" I refuse to let my pain turn my heart into stone. I'll remain soft, but wiser, kind, but with boundaries loving, without losing myself" This is where i am trying to be right now.....Mayaa will always be someone who understands the emotions of the people.... That's why when she scribbles the love for it flows naturally....