Depths. -POETRY-

Proud

I was proud to say that I didn't cry this year.
For all I did before was drop wet, salty tears.
For once I stood up for myself and had done something,
Because I realised he wasn't worth it.

   If he didn't realise that he had let go of something he needed,
He probably wasn't worth it.
All the times we have been through ware like blurred lines.
They were meaningless and ugly,
But they would never leave me.
It was a nightmare for me in my sleep,
And a reality in my past to taunt me.
It was an experience to keep,
But all the while, it had taught me.
So much that it changed the whole of my maturity.

It wasn't just for a few years.
It lasted for a lifetime.
I am proud of who I am,
But never would I be in the past.