Amidst the shattered fragments of my soul, I find solace in the chaos, yet each moment of safety deepens my wounds; vulnerability becomes my armor, exposing the raw ache of trust betrayed. I am a phoenix, rising from the ashes of my struggles, where strength is forged in the fires of discomfort, leaving me unguarded, yet yearning for protection in a world that feels both like a refuge and a relentless storm.
'In the echoes of past heartaches, remember: healing is a journey, not a destination. Let the scars be reminders of strength, and allow love to find you when you're ready to embrace it anew.'
'Always look forward, but remember your past; it may come back to shape your future.'
In the quiet moments, I sit and reflect, On those I called friends, who seem to forget. They're there when they need me, always at my door, But vanish like shadows when I need more. What's the use of voices if they go unheard? Of open hands that never return? I cry out in silence, but no one can see, The hurt in my heart, the question—Why me? Is it luck or a curse, this endless divide? Where warmth disappears when I'm broken inside? I gave all I had, but when I fell apart, They watched from a distance, guarding their hearts. So what's the point of people near, If they flee the moment I need them here? In my solitude, I start to see— I'm stronger alone than they'll ever be.