I don’t know if what I felt for you could ever be called ‘Love’. I don’t think I ever truly ‘Loved’ you- you were just the space to fill the void I had made for myself. And it worked for a while. But, when you left me, claiming that you never ‘Loved’ me, I realized…
Tag: rising up
But Still, I Rise
I am beaten down. Blood dripping down my face from fresh cuts. Although my head is bloody, I will not bow. I will rise. This house is no longer a home. It is a place of wrath and tears. My fear is all that was looming whenever you are around. But I will rise. I…
Childhood Friend
Depression. She had wrapped her arms around me back in the sixth grade. At first, acting like a friend that I was able to share my insecurities with and have the occasional sleepover where neither of us ever got a wink of sleep. But over time, her hugs got longer and more painful- her nails…