Time to heal

(Dark Pop /Alt Rock ]

Some days I don’t feel anything.

Other days it’s too much.

I carry it in my shoulders,

in the way I look away when people talk about love.

It’s like I left pieces of myself back there,

and I don’t know how to ask for them back.

They say I’m strong.

But they didn’t feel it.

They didn’t lay there,

quiet because the world stopped listening.

I wanted to scream.

But I needed to survive more than I needed to be heard.

I don’t know how to love anymore.

Not because I don’t want to—

but because love feels like a risk

I can’t afford to take again.

When someone reaches for me,

I flinch.

Not because I hate them.

Because I still remember what it felt like

when touch wasn’t safe.

I question everything now.

Every motive.

Every kind word.

Every version of myself

that once believed the world was good.

I miss that girl.

I don’t know where she went.

Maybe she’s hiding

because she doesn’t trust me anymore either.

I’m not broken.

But I am changed.

There’s a difference.

And it matters.

I want to love.

I do.

But I need time.

And patience.

And someone who can sit with the silence

without trying to fix it.

I’m still here.

Even if I don't always feel it.

And for now...

I survive