There’s one last fight inside my chest,
A final war before I rest.
The kind of pain no one can see—
But it carved its name deep into me.

I wore a mask through breaking days,
In quiet rooms, I screamed in waves.
The healing came with blood and bone,
It never told me I’d be alone.

Nights turned cruel—my breath would stall,
Shadows climbing every wall.
I saw the past in every face,
And every crowd felt like a cage.

I waited.
For justice, truth, a sign—
Some final word to say “you’re fine.”
But silence echoed through the case,
And time just laughed into my face.

It dragged, and dragged, no end in sight,
So I kept dying every night.
Not with a bang, but with the ache,
Of all the peace they’d never make.

So here I stand.
No final call.
No courtroom speech. No rise, no fall.
Just this:
A broken, sacred choice—
To leave without a voice.

To walk, not when it’s all made right,
But when I choose to save my life.

I’ll let it fade. I’ll let it go.
Though it tore through every soul I know.
No closure, no clean victory—
But I’ll still write the end for me.

I’m not who I was in that war.
I’ve burned the maps, unlocked the door.
This chapter ends not with a scream—
But with a pulse, a breath, a dream.

The cycle dies. I choose the flame.
I rise, unnamed but not the same.
One last push.
I won’t look back.
I’m not the story.
I’m the comeback.

It’s okay to hurt.
To wake with silence in your chest,
To feel the weight and call it rest.
Pain is not weakness — it’s proof you feel.
And feeling, love, is how you heal.

You’re not too soft, or far too deep,
Not wrong for crying when you sleep.
This world may try to dim your light—
But your shadows make you burn more bright.

You’ve walked through storms that bent your spine,
And still, you rise, time after time.
That ache you carry in your bones
Has shaped a fire all your own.

Forgiveness isn't letting go
Of truth, or saying “it was so.”
It’s giving yourself what you deserve:
Peace without needing to serve.

Let sadness come — let tears release.
That, too, is part of making peace.
You don’t have to smile to be strong.
You’ve been a warrior all along.

And when the path feels lost, unsure,
Remember: you are shaped, not pure.
Not broken, no — but being made
Of deeper light, and softer blade.

So trust your pace. Reclaim your name.
There’s nothing weak in rising changed.
You are the powerful, the few—
And someone else is watching you.

Let them see how strength can cry.
How grace can stand, and not ask why.
How healing isn’t always loud—
But you, dear girl, are something proud

You tried to silence what I knew,
To bury light, to twist what’s true.
But I won’t flinch, and I won’t cower—
Because my truth is still my power.

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You thought that shame would hold me down,
That fear would make me lose my crown.
But every tear, each aching hour,
Has bloomed into a quiet power.

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You did your worst, you crossed the line,
Left damage carved in skin and spine.
But even through what I’ve endured—
My soul stayed whole. My heart stayed pure.

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I speak the truth you thought I’d hide,
No longer shrinking deep inside.
I’ve found my voice, and it is mine—
Not soft, but strong. Not dimmed—divine.

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I carry pain, but not your blame,
I walk through fire and speak my name.
No longer small, no longer sour—
My truth, at last, is now my power.

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They don’t have to believe me—
I carry the truth, and I wear it like armor.

You thought the silence meant defeat,
That shame would keep me at your feet.
But in that hush, I found my flame—
And I will never wear your name.

You took my voice, or so you tried,
But I was roaring deep inside.
You thought the scars would steal my light—
But I’ve turned pain into my fight.

I bled in silence, broke alone,
Still built an army from the bones.
You came to crush, to own, erase—
But I survived. I kept my place.

So keep your shadows, keep your lies,
I’ve seen the dark—you don’t surprise.
You touched my body, not my soul.
I rise unshaken. I am whole.

I sit scared in my house,
where shadows stretch longer than the day,
and the walls whisper with the weight of memories.
Anxiety coils tight in my chest,
a constant companion in the quiet.
Sickness lingers in the air,
uncertainty seeps into every corner.
Hope flickers like a distant star,
while fear stands beside me,
silent but ever-present.

You took my dreams,
You stole my ambitions,
You crushed my soul,
You weakened my mind,
You drowned me within my own tears,
You suffocated me with fear,
You destroyed my innocence,
You torn me in two.

I freed myself from you,
I created bigger dreams,
I thrive on ambition,
I discovered my soul,
I strengthened my mind,
I stopped my tears,
I broke free with hope & faith,
I built up the innocent little girl you destroyed,
I am now whole.

The beginning of you was abuse, hidden behind a fake love.
The middle of you was torture,
The ending of you, is beautiful.

You're words mean nothing
You're actions mean nothing
You're aniexty means nothing
You're pain means nothing
You're stress means nothing
You're feelings mean nothing.

You're soul is empty
You're love is untrue
You're vision is blurred
You're heart is black
You're touch is sickly
You're breath is disturbing
You're name is traumatising

The day you stuck the knife in further,  I decided I wouldn't let you win.
The day you stuck the knife in further I realised you didn't care.
The day you stuck the knife in deeper I realised you're evil.

We will end this, I will be free from you.