when people ask
how i became happy
i think back
to all the nights alone.
to all the days with a mask.
to the days without laughing.
people forget that i used to lack
and now i've grown.
only months ago,
it took small things
to keep me breathing
for just one more day.
time before was so slow.
my life hanging by small strings,
and i couldn't stop bleeding.
it took awhile to be okay.
looking back to all the tears,
all the scars i've put on my body.
i would tell myself
this would be the last year.
i've shut all those doors.
each having their own story.
love yourself.
for things will become clear.
🖤
