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I know that one day I will be okay, and the pain will go away, and I will be glad that I stayed. But today is not that day. Today, I know that I should be happy to be alive— because after all, I have a good life— but I can’t be happy, because I am damaged. Like a bird with a broken wing, I am unable to fly. Scared I’m going to die, but more scared that I survived, and now I have to be alive. I have to live with the voice inside my head that wants me dead, that never wants me to get out of bed. I have to live with the past I worked so hard to forget— and yet, I still remember. Deep down, all that has happened, all I have seen— and I drown in the past I try so hard to push down. I look for a way out, but there is none. I scream and I run, but I can’t outrun the past. I can’t forget the things that broke me, or the little girl I used to be, before my innocence was stolen from me. Right now, I am damaged goods, a bird with a broken wing. And maybe I will always be a little broken. But I know— one day I will be okay, and I won’t feel this way. But not today. Today, I am not okay. So I take it one day at a time, one minute, one second, one step— because one day, I will be okay.
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
One Day
I know that one day I will be okay, and the pain will go away, and I will be glad that I stayed. But today is not that day. Today, I know that I should be happy to be alive— because after all, I have a good life— but I can’t be happy, because I am damaged. Like a bird with a broken wing, I am unable to fly. Scared I’m going to die, but more scared that I survived, and now I have to be alive. I have to live with the voice inside my head that wants me dead, that never wants me to get out of bed. I have to live with the past I worked so hard to forget— and yet, I still remember. Deep down, all that has happened, all I have seen— and I drown in the past I try so hard to push down. I look for a way out, but there is none. I scream and I run, but I can’t outrun the past. I can’t forget the things that broke me, or the little girl I used to be, before my innocence was stolen from me. Right now, I am damaged goods, a bird with a broken wing. And maybe I will always be a little broken. But I know— one day I will be okay, and I won’t feel this way. But not today. Today, I am not okay. So I take it one day at a time, one minute, one second, one step— because one day, I will be okay.
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ruby-8
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
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