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"Why are you like this?"
A question I have always failed to answer. Not because I don't want to, but perhaps I just don't know how to start the long and tedious explanation that even I can't quite put my finger on.
I grew up in a household filled with life, it was always so loud, so bright. But it's not in the way you think it is. I spent my childhood in a house filled with constant screams and arguments.
My own home became clouded with darkness and I was slowly drowning in its toxicity. I was a garbage in the place I called home, I was a damsel waiting for someone to save me in that pit. And for a moment, I thought someone did.
For a little while, I thought that atleast I still have my friends, I can rely on them. But not everything you see is true. They opened my eyes to that fact.
They let me fall, but you came along. You saved this damsel from that pit, you were the faint light in the darkness that urged me to move forward and I gave you all that I have left of me.
It was a choice I was happy to make but the most painful things happen unexpectedly. You slowly loosened your grasp and I fell back in the pit, deeper than where I was before.
All those fights with my family and other relatives came rushing back to me. I can still see their eyes filled with judgement and disappointment. Their harsh words echo in my mind as I take the final step of my life.
"Goodbye..."
With the last thought that came into my mind. I spread my wings and took my last step. Slowly forgetting everything, I soared through the clouds. At last, I am saved from that pit. No one can hurt me now. I am finally free.
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Crowns of Laurel
PoesíaA compilation of all my poems and written monologues. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞.