Faded

I came back 10 years later, to the place I once called home. It was where I created unforgettable memories, both tearful, sad, and joyful.

But it's where I suffered most as a child. As a naive, mere child, I taught myself it's ok; I forced myself into thinking it's all ok; I glued the thoughts into my head, telling my self it was all okay. But now once I reflect on my prior actions, I realize it's not ok, and it will never be. To let yourself be bullied, and used as a punching bag, isn't ok.

Now it's too late. I can't go back. What I did, I did. And I can never change that. Ever.

I stepped foot into the old house. It was a place I treasured once. It was filled with life and optimism, but the way I see it now, I feel it's simply all.. faded.