Destruction Of My Old self
You pushed me down as hard as you could, breaking me until there was nothing left.
I lost the sparkle in my eyes, lost my sense of security, my worth, and my hope.
The bruises on my skin disappeared, but the bruise on my heart and mind didn’t heal so quickly.
Even when you were gone you still needed to feel in control.
The fear you created was your purpose for living. I spent every moment in fear; do I wait until he follows through with his final threat or do I end it on my own terms.
“No one can have you”, well you were right about that.
The truth is I died a long time ago; there was nothing left.
Years passed and you still managed to reach out, not to apologize, but to continue the reign of terror.
Eventually it stopped.
Slowly, I started to rebuild myself, with time I became someone new; more confident, happier, and most importantly I was sure of myself.
I became unstoppable, healing everyday until I stopped crying out of fear. They asked me how I did it, but the truth is I don’t know.
You can’t just “get over it” or pretend like it didn’t happen.
Repressed memories always come back to haunt you. I felt the emotions that I needed to until I was ready for the next step.
The best revenge is no revenge at all, its bettering yourself.
Yesterday you decided to reach out, attempting to befriend me. You tell me how sorry you are and now you must live with it.
“But I never did it to anyone else”. As if that would make it better, but I accepted his apology.
It’s finally the end of this chapter, you did not succeed in what you wanted, you only made me stronger.
So, truth be told,