I looked in the mirror. That's not me. I saw someone else. A defeated girl. A crying broken one. That's not what I look like. That's supposed to be hidden.
You just undid all that I spent so long to complete. You unraveled the careful wrapping of all my emotions. The ones I hide under thick blankets tied with strong ropes. The ones that my demons created. You just brought the broken part out while the glue was still drying. It shattered now and you can see it in my eyes.
We are taught never to shed tears. For to shed tears means that the body has been defeated by emotion. And, to us, that simple act of crying proves, without question, that the existence of emotion is nothing but a burden.
Today, I recently did something I never would've thought I would ever do. I threw my blade away. <3 I could not be any more proud of myself. I defeated my demons. I won my battle. I'm stronger than ever and don't need a blade to define who I am and where I'm going anymore <3