It wasn't anything that could ever be explained. Though, others would always try to define it to make themselves feel better. They never saw that you had stopped breathing, because every time you did, it somehow made you ache with the idea that you were alive, but not living. They never knew that all the noise in your mind, was never your own voice. But instead it was the thunderous roar of all of their scrutiny, chipping away at your soul. They would never truly see, even with eyes wide open, all the truth that was actually you. Why would they see that your scars and your wounds were from their bloody hands? You're told to be happy, for all that you have. You're told you should smile, Because it's not so bad. You're told that you're crazy for feeling so different... But my darling you see, deep down inside they are dying to be free. For you are brave enough to push from that ledge. You are bold enough to wake up every single day, despite the sea of hurt in your chest. Make no mistake, that you've walked amongst the stars before. Make no mistake that you will again. So they will think what they want, and whisper what they feel, but never admit that for a moment, they feasted off your light, and what stingy bastards they are to ever say that you were wrong, for being who you want to be. They will never understand it, That your heart needs healing, and your soul feels unsure as to why it craves things without a name, or a reason or home. Let them fall, let them come undone so you may start your true journey into becoming you.
© Aren