Paint
My room was a blush pink from elementary up until my senior year of high school. These walls have heard, seen, and felt everything.
I wonder how many hiccuped cries they heard all through the night. Or if they too felt pain when I would bang my fists against them pleading "why am I not enough?"
How many days in a year did they see me?
I wonder if they noticed I had lost myself, even if I was still physically there.
Eventually, I got tired of pink. Of neglect, misery and self destruction.
Then the day came where I painted the walls white.
To: You
Change is terrifying. I fear change almost as much as I fear my loved ones leaving me. However, as the saying goes, you cannot flourish in the same environment that broke you.
This is your sign to make a change for your happiness. You are more important than anything else.
STAI LEGGENDO
TO: You
PoesiaThere are a few things I would have told myself sooner. To embrace being a kid while it lasts, to have that last slice of cake, and to love someone differently. I know in a perfect world I could go back and change things. This is my closure.
