And I said, there was a part in my life that no one ever understood. Not even by the people who are closest to me. I fell into the darkness of my own heart, blinded by the only light that I saw.
I tried to reach out, but they shunned me. They thought that I was out of my mind. None believed my claims. No one heard my voice, except me. I told them the truth, but they thought it was a lie. So, I said once more, revealing my truth won't change their thinking. So, of the few that I've told, they thought, what's a secret shared was taken a lie.
And yet, I was wrong. The truth was the only thing that made me strong in my past. Now I am weak. I craved the attention of others who aren't willing or too occupied to provide. Unlike the one I was before, who survived in that dark room and was able to speak with every part of myself.
I lost what I thought was a curse, in pursuit of their affection. Yet, that curse was the one that kept my senses in tact, and my feelings controlled.
They, who were me, made me complete. They listened. They reacted, in good and in bad. They helped me with my decisions. They were there when I needed a companion. When even my family can't provide. They know who I really am, and I never had to pretend. They were honest about me and ourselves.
But I had to let them go, of the thought that 'they' will accept me. But no one did. 'They' thought I was crazy. If I didn't lose them, 'they' might've still been with me. All twenty-one versions. All different emotions. Different thoughts. And now, I feel alone. And no one, can even fill the void.
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