•words•

52 3 1

by WhatsWithAnna

by WhatsWithAnna

My fingers dug into the porcelain sink, or at least, they were trying to. Using my arms to steady myself, I pushed myself against the wall, looking into the mirror.

I frowned. My puffy eyes were swelling, making it obvious of the breakdown I had earlier. My shoulders sunk as I used my sleeves to wipe off the tear streaks off my cheeks.

It's alright, I thought. Just use enough makeup to cover the redness and you'll be fine.

But just as I was about to push the door open, I paused.

You'll be fine, right?

I shook my head, swinging the door open.

Of course you'll be fine. It was just a minor breakdown. You're going to be fine. Just tell everyone your fine, and no one will know.

But those words echoed through my head as I was getting myself ready for school.

You'll be fine.

Fine.

Those three words have consumed me, have destroyed me, but they're the only words that actually give me comfort.

It's funny how words work. They can make someone the happiest person alive, but yet, they find a way to dissolve your soul until you have nothing left. They can comfort you with sweet hopes and beautiful lies, but they can also stab you with insults and terrible truths.

I hate words.

They've stabbed me.

They've left me with nothing.

They've taken so much of me.

They've hurt me.

They're the reason I've cried myself to sleep.

They're the reason I have to fight myself to walk out of bed every morning.

They're the reason why I've never wanted to leave my room.

They're the reason that I'm broken.

But even though words hurt me, I was able to become stronger because of them.

And with those words, I tell you my story.

" s h e w a s a w a r r i o r ,

a n d l i k e a w a r r i o r s h e m a r c h e d .

b u t t h e b e s t o f w a r r i o r s b r e a k ,

a n d t h e w a r r i o r s w i t h t h e s t r o n g e s t a r m o r f a l l a p a r t ,

b e c a u s e t h o u g h t h e y a r e w a r r i o r s ,

t h e y a r e o n l y

H U M A N . "