I've spent weeks trying to convince myself that I'm okay
That this is what I deserve
That this is a blessing
That this is the freedom I've been longing
I've been trying to convince myself that you were the problem
That I got better when you're not around
That I found myself when you set me free
And that I finally get to love myself more freely
But convincing can only do so much
This medicine is temporary
How can I heal these scars with bandaids
When they feel so much deeper
How can I cover the pain
When the hurt goes back to my childhood traumas
I've convinced myself every single day
That I am in a better place
I just sometimes miss
The love
That could have been
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
