What happens when you fall down and break your heart into pieces? How do you get rid of the pain living inside the crevices of your soul? What if it's too deep, what if it grows like a disease?

How do I go on from here? How do I pick up the pieces, how do I wash away the marks on the walls because of my own doing?

Stand back up. Wake up and smell the flowers, open my eyes to dawn. The pain will go away. It always goes, it heals. Like the marks on my hands, my legs, they turn into white lines after some time. No wound is ever gaped open. They turn to scars, scars turn to red lines, red lines turn to white skin. I will be okay, I will recover, I will be healed.

There were times I was genuinely happy. Genuinely happy around people I really cared about. Every smile around you was real because I was a girl, enchanted. It wasn't always in pain. It was like on aladdin's magic carpet (lol.) I was really really happy most of the time.

I'm okay now. Ana is okay now. It has stopped bleeding. I'm just wrapping the bandages and standing back up.

I'm okay now.




(In the morning I stood in front of the camera and wept and it helped a lotttt.)

http://silenceana.deviantart.com/art/Mrning-85086564
sunrise.

http://silenceana.deviantart.com/art/Over-My-Shoulder-85148050
Not a pretty morning face.

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