Pain didn’t knock.
It broke in,
left fingerprints on everything I loved.
It taught me how fast trust can rot,
how words can lie straight to your face,
how someone can swear they love you
and still choose to hurt you anyway.
I carry the damage quietly,
but it screams when I’m alone.
In the spaces where I thought I was enough.
In the questions that never got answers.
I didn’t just lose someone
I lost the version of myself
who believed without fear,
who loved without armor.
Hurt changes you.
It hardens your voice,
sharpens your edges,
leaves scars no one claps for surviving.
And some days I’m angry.
Some days I’m numb.
Some days I wonder why pain
gets to linger longer than love ever did.
But I’m still here.
Bruised.
Wiser.
Standing in the aftermath,
refusing to let the damage
have the last word.

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unknownnnnnn · Answer

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xjacob · Answer

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@xjacob wrote:

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seeker · Answer

I lost the version of myself …. You nailed it

unknownnnnnn · Answer

@seeker wrote:

I lost the version of myself …. You nailed it

thank u seeker