Undone

I look at my old photographs and see my past self in them. Most of them filled with an emptiness I can’t explain. It looked like I didn’t want to feel any differently. I didn’t want to let go of these emotions that I held on to; not realising that they are slowly breaking me from the inside.

And then one day, I fell apart. I realised how ungrateful I was of the people who held me closer when I was at my worst. Now when I look back at it, I know I cannot be the girl I once used to be. Fragile but beautiful. A girl who couldn’t love herself.