The Lucky One

 Back then I didn't know.

How you truly feel about everything.

I could feel your pain, but I couldn't understand it.

I was confused when you did what you did.

All I could think was my feelings and not yours.


Years later,

As I'm walking down the memory lane

I look over the old pictures.

I reread the old letters.

That's when I started to understand everything.


You're still traumatized by your past.

That's why you're afraid of being abandoned by the people you care.

That's why you choose to leave first before they do.


I know there's a big void in your heart.

You tried to fill it.

But no matter how hard you try, it keeps getting bigger and bigger.

You start to lose hope, and slowly sabotage yourself.


I know sometimes you think that the world would be better off without you.

But you're wrong.

When you start to drown, you're saved by your friends.

The people that still have faith in you.

No matter how hard you try to shut them out, they never did go away.




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