then; now
then:
Tear me apart, ripe my limbs from my body and ripe my heart from my chest. Make me feel something. Drown me. Drown me with your intrusive and abusive comments. Make me hate my body, my mind, and my soul. Make me fall apart. Make me cry myself to sleep at night. Make me want to die. Make me want to end it. Make me want to drown in my sorrows. Kill me with your punches, your bullet-like words. End my life like you never truly cared.
5 years of torture.
5 years of being alone.
Some knew what they were getting into.
And some left because they weren't prepared for it.
now:
Let me heal. Let me patch up my wounds and soul. Let me build myself up. I deserve this. I deserve happiness like everyone else. People came and left, they gave me emotional trauma. I deserve to grow and blossom. To heal and grow flowers from my wounds. To move on and push forward. To be happy. To smile and laugh. To love. I deserve all of it. It is about time I have it too.
And now,
I'm going to grow.
I'm going to heal.
I'm going to rebuild myself,
For the better.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
