June 22, 2020

There’s nothing more heartbreaking than the thought that I am completely alone in this world. 

Sure! there are friends who loves me and extended families that care and I am grateful for them. 

However, at the end of the day, I am no one’s priority. 

I celebrate my wins alone, I grieve my losses alone. 

While in an abusive relationship, no one noticed that I went from a bold daring person to a zombie. 

No one noticed that I am traumatized by the abuse and will probably never be the same. 

No one notices the pain, the despair in my eyes. 

I am shocked at my strength to constantly pick myself up and carry on. 

No one is excited by my presence nor will anyone be devastated if I’m gone. 

I am my own salvation and my own destruction. 

I am my only protector. 

I am my only cheerleader.

I am my only motivation. 

I am my only support. 

I am alone in the crowd.