[Broken].

Being hurt changes you. 
I am on a journey of self growth
one that doesn't require fulfillment from
another, reflections of a Lover
I'm seeking Me. 

The me, I'm meant to be
The me, that accepts my reality
The me, that respects herself 
doesn't regret what's left 
instead she reflects on self 
and doesn't neglect her wealth.
Wealth of imagery
the mental images
exposing my inner nemesis
I'm broken, where is my feminist.
no longer fighting
for what's right
I'm fighting for my life 
staying in the fight
sweating through the night
battling with my health
thinking death was better felt 
as I watch myself regress
self-infliction, but 
life attributes 
this agitated condition.

Struggles with depression
and you mocked that
suicide attempts
my heart hasn't stopped yet
breathing for the me
that's steady enough 
to fight these demons
release these feelings
find purpose
and speak it with meaning.
I'm trying to grab myself
and find joy in the unseen
having faith in my poetic genes
believing in the struggle 
that comes with these dreams. 
Wanting to break my silence
and reveal the fallacy
as this reflection
will be a symbol of 
growth for me.

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Depression is a mental illness,
that a lot of People don't overcome. 
I'm no longer comfortable with being silent..
even if no one hears me. --Depression is Real.