You ask me if I’m okay..
And I don’t know whether to tell a lie, or to just let you know how torn up I really am and have been.
You ask me what is new..
And I don’t know whether to lie, and tell you nothing, or to let you know that I have developed horrible trust issues.
You ask me how I’ve been..
And I don’t know whether to lie, and tell you I’ve been well, or to tell you I just made it out of an abusive relationship, with every part of me still half alive.
Or I should tell you that my life has been crumbling around me like a building thousands of years old..
I should probably lie. And I should tell you that everything has been okay lately, even though it hasn’t.
But the sky is really beautiful right now… And I know that I’m often sad, but there are moments when I fall madly in love with the world, and I allow myself to love all the oxygen inside my lungs..
And I’m not scared anymore.
Not scared of losing someone I care most about.
Not scared of what will happen to me tomorrow.
Not scared of anyone who has ever hurt me.
Not scared of the people I have had to let go from my life coming back and haunting me.
Not scared of being myself.
Not scared of being who I was meant to be.
Not scared of my dad.
Not scared of that guy in year 9 telling me he loved me and then leaving me.
Not scared of that guy when I was 17 telling me he loved me and that I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen and then destroying me.
And I don’t know whether to tell a lie, or to just let you know how torn up I really am and have been.
You ask me what is new..
And I don’t know whether to lie, and tell you nothing, or to let you know that I have developed horrible trust issues.
You ask me how I’ve been..
And I don’t know whether to lie, and tell you I’ve been well, or to tell you I just made it out of an abusive relationship, with every part of me still half alive.
Or I should tell you that my life has been crumbling around me like a building thousands of years old..
I should probably lie. And I should tell you that everything has been okay lately, even though it hasn’t.
But the sky is really beautiful right now… And I know that I’m often sad, but there are moments when I fall madly in love with the world, and I allow myself to love all the oxygen inside my lungs..
And I’m not scared anymore.
Not scared of losing someone I care most about.
Not scared of what will happen to me tomorrow.
Not scared of anyone who has ever hurt me.
Not scared of the people I have had to let go from my life coming back and haunting me.
Not scared of being myself.
Not scared of being who I was meant to be.
Not scared of my dad.
Not scared of that guy in year 9 telling me he loved me and then leaving me.
Not scared of that guy when I was 17 telling me he loved me and that I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen and then destroying me.
Not scared of anything.
Not scared of living.
Not scared of waking up tomorrow.
Not scared of showing him how I truly feel.
Not scared of it blowing up in my face.
Not scared of the sun shining.
Not scared of being angry.
Not scared of being me.
Not scared of being happy, only for the possibility that it might be ripped away tomorrow.
I’m not sad anymore.
I’m not scared anymore.
I’m not alone anymore.
I am me.
I am here.
I am breathing.
I am feeling.
I am doing okay.
I am learning.
I own up to what I have become.
I am proud of myself again.
And god, do I feel alive.
If this is what ‘alive’ feels like,
I never want to go back.
I never want to feel all that pain again.
I don’t want to die anymore..
I want to live.
I don’t want to die anymore…
Not scared of living.
Not scared of waking up tomorrow.
Not scared of showing him how I truly feel.
Not scared of it blowing up in my face.
Not scared of the sun shining.
Not scared of being angry.
Not scared of being me.
Not scared of being happy, only for the possibility that it might be ripped away tomorrow.
I’m not sad anymore.
I’m not scared anymore.
I’m not alone anymore.
I am me.
I am here.
I am breathing.
I am feeling.
I am doing okay.
I am learning.
I own up to what I have become.
I am proud of myself again.
And god, do I feel alive.
If this is what ‘alive’ feels like,
I never want to go back.
I never want to feel all that pain again.
I don’t want to die anymore..
I want to live.
I don’t want to die anymore…