I may be lonely,
I may feel cold and numb,
but I will never be torn to shreds,
or my heart set in flames again.
I will never be deflated like a disposable balloon.
I will never again mean everything to someone,
because I will never again allow someone to mean everything to me.
It may be dangerous to be this fearless of being alone,
but this is who I am now.
I am letting go of being dragged down,
expecting other people's words to heal me,
when words only get twisted and scar my soul.
I have convinced myself that I am damaged,
broken beyond repair.
I am nothing but a useless piece of garbage
with no place in this life.
It is a great excuse to allow yourself
to travel this world alone,
because when you are repeatedly broken into,
pieces of tiny microscopic shards is what you become,
lonely, cold and forever numb.
Maybe you can get used to the pain,
but either way, I have learned to use my shadow
as the other half of me,
so that when the fire is coming,
it is only my shadow that will ever feel the sting of the pain.
I will never again mean everything to someone,
because I will never again allow someone to mean everything to me.
