That was then, this is now. Time to learn to live. To experience the feelings you numbed for years no longer to conceal. Time to admit, to confront, keep pressing. Onward, forward. Time to heal. Rip the bandaid off for once and for all.
Years spent either feeling everything or nothing, running only to finally take a breath and find a resting place to exist ever so passively. A place to give up. In people, she did hide. To be loved, the only ambition. Nights of wine and cigarettes to dull the ache, always a twinkle in her eye for you, able to believe others could rise above. Be more. This she believed but not for herself. Giving everything to everyone else until there was nothing left to take. A shattered shell of a girl . Nothing enjoyed in moderation except life. A life of empty excess. A textbook cautionary tale.
But that was then… and this is now