I don't know where to go from here anymore.
Everything I dreamed of came crashing down.
Every wish I had just turned to dust.
Every hope crushed.
Where do I go now?
The girl that stares back at me in the mirror doesn't look like me.
Her eyes look sad and dead.
The cracks are starting to show.
And I don't know how long I can keep hiding them.
You can fix cracks with cement only so many times.
And I've reached my limit.
Every word I've been told, ones that were meant to hurt me I still carry in my heart.
Repeating them to myself.
Making sure I never forget them.
Because if I do, I'm afraid I'll hurt someone.
So I hold the words close like they are all I have left as I float in the middle of the ocean.
Selfish.
Coward.
Cruel.
How I treat people like trash.
I remember every single one.
I hope I don't forget because I don't want them to be true.
They aren't true right?
Where do I go from here?
I'll take this hurt to the grave.
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'Till next time, take care guys! 🫶🏼
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In search of herself
Non-FictionWhere an individual girl's life is just like any other teenagers life, complicated. Where she learns things about herself that she wouldn't have otherwise. Where she realizes how messed up she is and the rest of the world, but maybe, just maybe ther...
