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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Before Life was simple. The air was clear. I was happy; I had life- it was what I wanted. Without warning you pounced. You were a thief. You stole irreplaceable essence. With that, I changed. A hollowed mould I became. You
callously hacked at what was left of nothing. From bruised to broken. To open my clouded eyes was no pleasure, but a heavy, weighed burden. The silence was deafening, the loudness unheard of. The guilt a ringing doom of which you cast upon me. I had no right to hold on yet no right to let go. Impossible thoughts were all that remained from your fatal blow. After Two years ago, You changed my life. Forcing extremities of feelings on my mind, inside my heart, upon my soul. My mind ached and my heart hurt to beat. I wanted me dead. For months. No one knew. I dragged that in my thoughts. That’s what you did. Not only pushed me to the ground, but made me wish I was six feet under it. No more. I changed. Then I changed again. Now, my strength is impeccable, undeniable, I am powerful, grateful, bursting with potential that you simply cannot touch, cannot taste, cannot reach. As if I’d let you anywhere near me. My soul is cracked but healing. My posture upright once more and the colossal weight of the thoughts of you dissipate. My eyes clouded no longer. I choose to see the world (of which you’re no longer a part of) through rose-tinted glasses. Not out of naivety, but out of hope that love is real. How I feel is my choice. You once dictated my heart and my tears and my fears but NO MORE. I am more powerful than you, I am better than you. I have defeated you. And make no mistake of this, read my lips: You did not win. Love did. Comments are closed.
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