I don't like this feeling
This constant fear of never being good enough
Like I'm easily replaceable
Past wounds I've been trying to heal, old voices I've tried so hard to shut out
Everyone talks about the beauty of growing
But nobody talks of the ugly that comes along with it
The monsters in your head that try to drag you back and hold you there
When all I want is to be content with the new happy life I built
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The Aftermath
PoesíaEverybody talks about the pain of going through a toxic relationship, the heartbreak of it all, even, once it all ends. However, nobody really talks about the aftermath. The toxic tendencies that you unwillingly adapt, the constant overthinking and...
