I killed myself slowly with the pain each and every day for months.
Only to recreate myself into someone who could bare the pain of losing my best friend, my love, and myself.
Going through all of that was a sort of wake up call, and to me, a punishment.
But it made me realize I hadn't lost myself, not really, I lost the version of me who hurt the people I loved and so much more.
When I plucked away at the surface of myself, I realized that who I was, wasn't who I wanted to be.
Who I was
And who I want to be
So far apart
But in the midst is me
Who I am's
Not what I'm meant to be
But it's a start
To reach my destiny
"The pain is a legacy to you. It's proof that you were here." -- paraphrased from Walter Bishop
Great write. Real, heartfelt, and inspiring.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Great Introspecive
"...I plucked away at the surface of myself..." I read a lot to find such an interesting line.
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Thank you.
I appreciate any support (: this comment made me smile, thanks.
~ Melanie