Been surrounding myself with darkness except for that hint of light piercing my window as the sun comes up. Sunlight hasn’t touched my skin in days. I’m not pale, or sad. I’ve been sad before, this isn’t sad. This is defeat.
Keeping myself busy with strangers who will listen to my tales of you, hoping that I miss you a little less with every passing day. I don’t have the energy or the time to keep missing you.
I tell myself I’m fine. I tell myself it doesn’t mean anything now. Like a band-aid, you ripped yourself off off me, in slow agony, leaving a mark of where you once used to be.
I shall not cry. I shall not weep. I shall not reminisce. I tried my best.
Fooled myself into thinking someone out there could look past my flaws. My flaws are no longer flaws, they’ve become parts of me. And if you can’t love them, I will love the hell out of them and get me the life I deserve. All I needed was you to hold my hand while I got where I wanted to be.
The moment when you want to quit is the moment when you need to keep pushing. Wash the weight of the world from your shoulders. You’re a minute of silence in a loud shouting world.
She Was Sea 
The moment when you want to quit is the moment when you need to keep pushing. Wash the weight of the world from your shoulders. You’re a minute of silence in a loud shouting world.
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