I Made Peace With My Past
It is almost like it was just a bad dream
All that hurt me a faded bubble
I was broken
I mean then in the bad dream
They said some horrible things and done some unspeakable stuff
I mean was i ever happy
In the bad dream
Or was there just too many bad stuff that i can’t remember the good
The laughter’s the hugs and kisses
The giggles
The tears of joy
And now all i know is the bad words
I mean i didn’t become it
But it has become a part of me
I THINK THAT’S WHY I KEEP PEOPLE…
PEOPLE i love at a distant because when they decide to leave I’ll be okay
I’ve become emotionally unavailable
Or i don’t know how to explain it
I cry when i watch sad movies and i get scared watching horrors
And here i am a bubble full of emotions that i don’t know how to use among those i love or think i love its rather kind of messed up but i am learning every day that what happened in the bad dream wasn’t my fault at all
And through all the nightmares i still get, makes me even more stronger than the demon trying to through me off course
It was a bad dream and i woke up from it
If i can,
So can you
They say what’s possible for one man is possible for another.
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