I said my goodbyes to the things I couldn't keep holding onto. I was tired of letting people tear me apart. I was exhausted trying to find ways to fill voids through souls knowing I could never build homes within broken walls and improper foundations. I was searching for someone to heal me, but the bandage never stuck. I wasn't aware I had to be my own redemption. I felt hollow, echoed by sadness, and hidden in spaces I couldn't seek comfort. I created a bond with trauma, I became codependent on getting my heart broken. I became reckless with my heart when I held it hostage from growth. I thought since someone broke me, they deserved to compensate me for my loss. It was a messy game I played to be loved. I loved in sadness, it was the only feeling that wasn't fleeting. This is, my growth and healing ♥
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