Its a lie they feed you

From the moment you are born

Its in the past

Whats done is done

They say you can escape your past

But thats a damn lie

Your past is a ball and chain clamped on your leg as if you are a prisoner

And in a sense you are

Youre a prisoner of your own mind

Everyday you are dragged down back into those darkest of memories

Every small insignificant detail of another person’s life is the gateway to your own personal hell that only you can see

You try to explain

You try to make them see

But all they see is their own reality

The one in which they aren’t wrong

The one in which their mistake didn’t just ruin your life

The one in which you are okay

But you can barely walk

Because there it is again

That ball and chain

Weighing you down

Dragging you to the bottom of the river until the air leaves your lungs and you are left to inhale those poisonous rumors until they tear you apart from the inside out

They aren’t even true

Someone took some small truthful detail that someone may have possible whispered to another person

Then they pasted it int google translate and put it into 50 languages and then back to english

Them they posted it online where someone screenshoted half the post and blurred the words

Then your best friend deciphered it and asked you something about yourself that wasn’t even true

But she never defended you

But its all in the past now, right

Its not like everthing takes you back to that moment when you realized how alone you really are

Nah

Thats crazy