Letting go of the past is excruciating,
the pain that once ravaged me.
Why is it so hard?
Because, within that anguish,
I found a fleeting comfort,
though it was but a façade—
hollow declarations of love
from those who never truly cared.
I yearned for someone to hold me,
to whisper, “I love you,”
and mean it.

But I chose to release it,
to confront the stark reality:
those distractions, those empty promises,
were nothing more than illusions.
I deceived the reflection in the glass,
claiming I was whole,
pretending I was content.
But deep within,
my soul only yearned for one thing:
genuine joy.
And though the path ahead is uncertain,
I am resolved to endure,
to rise from this abyss of sorrow,
and discover even a fragment of peace.