somewhere in this noisy world,

a place where sadness no longer

knows my name.

The pain i carried growing up

still lingers in quiet corners,

like a shadow that learned

to never leave me.

I think I’ve grown used to it —

the ache, the heaviness,

the memories that return

when the night is too still.

Every tear reminds me.

Every scar in my body

tells a story.

of a fragile little soul

just trying to survive.

when I look closer,

I see proof instead of ruin.

Because that fragile little thing

is still here.

I endured the storms.

I carried the weight.

I became someone stronger

than she ever imagined.

So even when the pain haunts me,

I remember this truth:

I have survived it before,

Today is one of the heavy ones. I’m forcing myself to let go of a person i love so much. I know I should let go, I know I should leave behind what only brings me pain.

My heart keeps returning those memories — the gentle moments, the promises we ever made, the version that actually once felt so real now is gone.

I’m exhausted from asking someone to change. Exhausted from hoping tomorrow will be differently when it never is.

There is a quiet heartbreak in watching someone remain the same while you slowly break yourself trying to hold on.