She feels the world's weight in her chest,
but deep within,
she knows she holds the strength to rise.
No matter how small,
each step she takes is a victory over the whispers of doubt.
She's not just surviving her anxiety—she's learning to bloom through it, one breath at a time.

I went for a walk today,
finally stepping into the world,
after she threw our love away.
I lost who I was,
enchanted by her stare,
mesmerized by her care.
Heavy with a heart burdened deep,
all I ever wanted was a new start.

I said, "Whatever I do,
I’ll push through,
seeing life through her eyes,
hoping I’d break through,
activating all my dreams—
finally to stand tall and say,
'Hey, look, look at what you gave away.'"

But as I walked,
I went to visit my grandfather's grave,
and realized I’d been healing
the wrong way.
She was a reason,
yes, I fell in love,
but only for three years,
and in those years,
I gave myself away.

But my grandfather—
he and my parents,
they are the ones who planted me here.
They are the ones who gave me roots,
the soil that holds me steady.
I am here because of their love,
their sacrifices, and their care.

Now, I am going to live all my dreams—
to honor them,
to push forward with pride,
to give them the cheer they deserve,
and to stand tall in their light.

With a spirit of pride and strength,
I give myself a cheer.
I will make it.
And in doing so,
I give credit to them,
for I am here
because of their love.

I will rise,
stronger than I was before,
with each step forward,
reminded of the legacy they gave,
and in their honor,
I will chase my dreams,
and let nothing stand in my way.

I am a quitter, yes, I’ll say it loud—
I quit being lost in your shadowed crowd.
I quit being your fool, your pawn, your game,
I quit letting you burn me in silent shame.

I quit the tears, the endless nights,
I quit the weight of losing fights.
I quit seeing your narcissist way
While losing myself day by day.

I quit loving the lies you sold,
The promises wrapped in hearts grown cold.
I quit, I quit—you've had your say,
But I choose myself in every way.

Your smile once captured, your charm once chained,
Your touch a spell that I entertained.
But no longer, no more, I break that hold,
My heart unbound, my spirit bold.

So here’s to the quitters who rise and heal,
Who reclaim their souls and learn to feel.
We quit the pain, we quit the ache,
We quit the love that only takes.

In quitting you, I find my start—
A newfound power, a whole new heart.
For I am not yours to use or break—
I am the fire you could never take.

So to all who’ve known this twisted love,
Who’ve felt the pull but rise above—
We quit, we soar, we set things right,
With heads held high, we walk toward light.

Where Do We Go?

In the aftermath of love, where shadows linger,  
We sift through the ruins, touch memories with fingers.  
Draped in the fabric of dreams that once soared,  
We chant to the silence, our voices ignored.  

Where do we go when loyalty’s torn?  
When trust lies shattered, and hope feels forlorn?  
Do we dance in the ashes of what we once knew,  
Or build walls around hearts, shielding from view?  

Broken and bruised, our spirits can fracture,  
Yet within every wound, there's a flicker of rapture.  
What happens now when the world turns to gray?  
How do we rise when we’ve lost our way?  

Can we stitch together the pieces of pain,  
Or forge new beginnings from all we’ve disdained?  
Do we seek revenge for the hurt that we bear,  
Or let go of the anger and learn how to care?  

In the depths of our sorrow, we’ll find a new voice,  
A whisper of strength in the silence, a choice.  
For even in darkness, a spark can ignite,  
And from ashes of heartache, we’ll learn to take flight.  

So here in the chaos, we’ll gather our hearts,  
With each fragile beat, we reclaim every part.  
Though battered and weary, we rise from the fall,  
In the journey of healing, we can conquer it all.

and i hope for the child
who is no longer a child
who is now older than her abuser
to mourn the child inside her that doesn’t stop crying for salvation
to no longer feel his touch
through each hand to explore her body
to feel clean when she scrubs
her skin til it’s raw
to put down the blade before
it opens her up to so much more
i think about her when i bleed
though i don’t bleed for the same reasons now