Because of you I am...

I wonder why this doesn't hurt more,

why I don't feel the pain of yesterday,

sitting her wondering where I went wrong.

Did I change?

Maybe it was the scent of the roses.

The thought of happiness that pulled me through my emotional stupor

so I could be human again.

Before thoughts of you were enough to put these slits on my wrists.

Now they are enough to heal them

and give me the courage to keep pushing through,

to show everyone I'm better off without you.

To show myself

that I am strong

I am

Independent

I am 

Beautiful

I am

Me.

And I don't need you to show me that

I have flaws

I can see them

but I have accepted them.

All because of you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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