I'm afraid...
I'm afraid you've taken the best part's of me, and dimmed my shine.
I'm afraid to feel anything but the pain you have caused me.
I'm afraid to see your face again one day, why are you doing this to me? We both know you did this.
I'm afraid one day when someone decides I'm worth it, I'll never believe them because you told me I'm nothing.
I'm afraid that I am losing myself, who I am, I am not okay.
I'm afraid to move forward because eventually we have to go back.
I'm afraid to tell strangers my truth, but know its the only way to get justice.
I'm afraid that one day this will kill me, like you told me you wanted to if I ever left you.
I'm afraid to be me.
I'm afraid.
About the Creator
Phoenix May
Who am I...
A question that a lot of us have asked ourselves.
What you will find on my blog is my story, from my eyes.
A journey of a woman who has been through hell and back, and still wears a bright smile through it all.
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