𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

Release the hurt.

Let your tears flow.

Let it wash away everything negative in your world.

You’ve been nothing less than a good girl.

This isn’t a punishment.

This is a lesson to make you stronger.
To make you the bullet proof vest for torture.

Heartache should be restricted from this armor.

I used to be at war with peace.

Constantly fighting through.

Instead of hiding, I plan to win every battle from here on out.

This hurt shouldn’t tell you what I’m about.