The Shadowhunter

My whole world, my family. The people who raised me to be something… The love they gave me, the beautiful memories they created for me… The rest it’s on me. The courage i didn’t gather, the strength i don’t have, the sorrow surrounding me… The fault rests within me. I am sorry mom, i am sorry dad. For i can’t be the daughter you’ve dreamed of. I am not the child you see in old pictures, i am not…

I used to play piano… I used to make mistakes along the ivories, create melodies, and travel to different worlds… Now, i look back and i feel sad for this little girl. I thought that growing up meant to be honest about what you want, what you feel, who you are… It’s strange that i am in the same body i see in all of my childhood photos… I used to have so much potential, and i don’t know what has…