I tried to write about myself. But the words never seemed to come out right. I couldn't just say it. That i was hurting so bad, that I didn't want the sun to rise or my heart to keep beating. I was hurting so bad, that I went numb to my own truths. The truth? I'll never love myself the way I love you. The truth? I hated you. For leaving me. You promised you would always love me like you did in that moment that stopped the world, but when I opened my eyes it was only I. The truth. Fuck. I don't know how to breathe without the pain. Oh, it suffocates, it crushes me, it is in my DNA. Every scar, every bruise, every single tear that falls from my tired eyes. This is who I am.
Who am I? WHO AM I?
I'm a warrior. I'm a survivor....