People aren't born sad;
we make them that way.
I was
damaged and broken and unhinged.
I fell for a storm.
And
I didn't really think I would get out unscathed.
I felt the fear
and I did it anyway.
But
You cannot turn people into homes.
They leave
with everything you put inside them.
The ax forgets; but the tree remembers.
I learnt that the hard way.
So I will
Let it Hurt.
Let it Bleed.
Let it Heal.
And Let it Go.
Because now
I'm just not surprised
when people leave.
I'm actually more surprised
when they stay.
30/11/2015
*This poem was composed out of bits and pieces of sayings and quotes I found on the internet. I have twisted them a bit for my own purposes.
My thanks to Nikita Gill, Word Porn, and Pintrest for the words.
