Some days I'm not even sure that I want to keep fighting. And that scares me the most. I don't even know who I am anymore, and I don't have you here to remind me anymore. And that, somehow it still hurts like a knife to the windpipe. Some days it's hard to bring myself to get up and face tomorrow without your smiling face, and others it's hard to breathe without feeling like I've been punched in the gut. Some days it feels like I'm drowning in my own memories and I play that one damn song on repeat until my eyes are swollen and my throat feels like it's been attacked by a roll of sandpaper. And then I splash my face with cold water, turn off that dreaded song and take a deep breath. Because if I have to face the world, I don't want them to see me breaking, because I'm just too afraid to let anyone see who I really am in case they don't run away. I can't lose anyone else right now, and maybe that's selfish, but it's the truth, and you always told me that the truth was something I shouldn't be afraid to speak. So please, don't look down on me now and see me so weak because the last thing I need is you being dissapointed in me again.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
