character development
I no longer allow them
space in my life.
The truth is, they stopped
ripping me to shreds
the moment
they walked out the door.
I blamed them for my
destruction,
my self imposed
isolation.
They may have
started the fire,
but I was the one
who let it burn
me to the ground.
I let it eat me alive,
consuming my every
waking breath
until I no longer
recognized
the figure
in the mirror.
The trauma of losing them
became the trauma of losing
myself.
Sheâs still in there somewhere,
in pieces of the person,
Iâve become.
Iâll find her again.
One day.
And Iâll tell her to be proud.



















