It seems slowly i'm learning who I am.
I am starting to love me.
Gave all my pieces
to all those who betrayed me
those who broke me.. again.. and again
those who loved to see me cry
I laid on the ground
so empty
so numb.
I had nothing left to give.
I had two options
Give up or build once again.
Oh how promising death seemed.
Peaceful.
Yet building myself is what I chose
Yet again.
I had to fight, and fight and fight
for me.
You gave up on me, yet I still believed in me
And here I am...
Built.