I’ve been broken, I’ve been brought up and knocked down. I’ve been ignored, mustunderstood and erased. I’ve lost the most important things I had to give, I’ve dreamed of having everything, and have woken up to find that I had nothing at all.

I’ve been shoved, shattered and envied. I’ve been silenced of the screams that made me raw inside. I’ve carried oceans, dragged boxes of my own unspeakable letters.

I’ve wondered about life, created my own perfect, fantasy world for myself to live in. I’ve wished for love, hoped for relief, and prayed that He, or anyone, would listen.

I’ve watched as the world tumbled into pieces in front of me. I’ve watched as others cried, and I’ve kept my own love to myself. I’ve regretted every inked word that did not end up being said. I’ve felt myself crumble, and looked at the put together person that smiled back at me in pictures. I’ve covered myself up, rose to put the color back in my cheeks. I’ve blinked back tears, recited the things and colors around me. I’ve swallowed the butterflies, carried the boxes, and still I hoped.

And I listened to the stillness that sung around me. I’ve heard the music cry, I’ve heart the passion in the silence. I’ve sung myself to sleep, made myself a person people could love. I’ve woken up and seen a new day; Seen the sky, watched as the clouds carried the weight of the world, and I’ve been able to tell myself that today would be different. I’ve be wrong, and I’ve been very right, but still I’ve seen the beauty things that are not very beautiful to anyone else.

But I’ve never let go.