Here I Am, Becoming Myself
Thoughts fall through the abyss, thoughts with no destination or path to follow. The black of the night, like wisps of smoke filling the air, drowns my mind with anxiety and doubt.
Thoughts fall through the abyss, thoughts with no destination or path to follow. The black of the night, like wisps of smoke filling the air, drowns my mind with anxiety and doubt.
Don’t let yourself be defined by the almosts of life.
All that will be left are the reminders of a time where the pain went on for days, months, and years.
Someone like you tried to break someone like me.
I’m healing now, so please don’t talk to me if you don’t mean it; I’d rather be filled with silence than lies.
Today, for the first time in 6 months, I went an entire day without you crossing my mind.
How can you stop feeling loss, unless you’ve turned your flames of anger into butterflies of forgiveness that you can let go?
While I was still holding on, you were already long gone.
What happened cannot be reversed or erased from my mind, but I hope that day by day, those memories will fade away and eventually be lost.
Why focus on the past when the future is full of possibilities?