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And with them I share everything. Every piece I wish I could actually share with what they represent, what I lost. What I don’t deserve.
Someone told me recently that “you don’t have to pay for your f*ck ups forever.” And I wish that were true. But for me it is not. What was lost cannot be regained. What was broken will never be the same. And the wounds caused can only scar, not be erased.
So ghosts I talk to, for while they cannot mend the hole, they can fade the edges of the wound and make it just a tiny bit more bearable. And that’s all I deserve for now.
The part that hurt the most, wasn't even the absence. Though that is no small wound, And it bleeds even still, even as life continues to take one small step forward. No, painful as that is, What truly hurts the most, in a place I can't see nor find to mend, is learning that Everyone didn't actually believe what I was. What I felt like. What I wanted. What I was fighting.
What hurts the most is learning that my Battles, my WARS were fake attention seeking lies, that no one actually believed were true.
Those same Battles not even fought for myself but for others. For those around me. For the ones I cared about the most. The ones that kept me sane.
Only for those same others to say "We don't believe that's what you really meant."
What were all those hours spent in the presence of those trying to heal me, to patch me up as best they could? Were they a waste of time? Both yours and mine?
If my fights were not real, then were those wounds all in my head? Did I imagine the pain, the exhaustion, the sleepless nights, the tears, the talks, the cries, the agony? Was that too, not actually real?
If none of that was how I actually was, Then what was I?
Can you tell me?
Can someone tell me, please?
Because if that was not actually what I really was, then I truly know nothing.
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If you wanna know why I've been losing sleep
Look in the mirror the same way you look at me
Every time I spill my guts, and you DON'T BELIEVE
Am I dramatic or dying? I guess we'll see
This is not a phase
I can't remember the last time I felt okay
So if you think that it's so easy being me
Live in my head for a day, and you'll see
No
This is not a phase
If you wanna know why I always hide what hurts
Listen to what you say when I'm at my worst
It's not a trend, it's not a trick
I'm not dramatic, I'm just sick
I'm so afraid it's come to this
A chance to save my life you'll miss (a chance to save my life you'll miss)
This is not a phase (this is not a phase)
No