"What doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger"
I believed that once
But learned the other truth they don't tell you:
Sometimes it destroys you
In a way that's unrecoverable.
They may not truly kill you completely
But they sure killed a part of you.
It's like being half alive
Or are you even alive when some parts of you are dead?
What do you define as being alive?
My heart is still beating
But they are glass shards strangled into a fist-shaped
Attempting to mend itself but not doing it right.
They say time will mend everything
But sometimes it just doesn't-
Just as they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,
Sometimes it just doesn't,
No matter how much we want it to.