- No more pressure. No more trying to be the perfect girl. No more trying to be the perfect version of myself. I have been losing my mind of all things I could be doing and i have just completly cracked. I cried harder today than i have in almost a year because i finally got in touch with myself and a lot of past pain i have been avoiding for so long. I thought i could self-improve my way out of being deeply hurt and i failed. I failed hard. I am done with it all. I dont care if people think i am ugly and not so well groomed. I dont care if i am thin as a stick.
No more of sickness and fleeting happiness or anxiety. I wanna feel it all . I want my world to rock as my shoulder shakes. I want my head to hurt from the memories i can not white out. I want fiery black tears, poetry after poetry after poetry, I wanna write it all until i am free. And i'll never be free but at the end of every dark chapter, thats the beautiful feeling that comes. Freedom. Your darkness never ends but neither does your light.
I am not okay, I am not fine and that in itself is fine. I am allowed to be broken, I have been my entire life.. Why run from it? The sun will shine through cracks in my soul and heal me if i stop covering them up. So here i am , exposed and shattered. And i am okay with it. ~ Saima
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