" Being left behind taught me how weak & vulnerable I was to the darkness. I couldn't run, I couldn't hide & I couldn't fight back. All I knew was to cower in fear and hope someone saves me like a damsel in distress. I was all alone, hoping for the grim reaper to appear and grant me my final wish. But no, death taunted me. He pushed me to my limits shattering every hope I've had left and the will to go on. Here I am, with a hole in my chest still surviving & hoping I'll see the light again. I've learn to live without a heart, numb to feelings that could have consumed us all. But, I would rather have my heart ripped out by life and it's tragic events than entrusting it to you ever again."
- The girl you left behind
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
