Just be curious, just challenge - “What if they’re wrong?”
What if I’m not the burden.
The mistake.
The too-much, too-broken, too-worthless thing they told me I was?

The thought terrifies me more than hate ever did.
At least hate is certain. At least it makes sense.
But now - People say kind things and mean them.
They stay.

They say that I matter. They say that I’m needed.
And I don’t know what to do with those words.
They burn in my chest like a truth I wasn’t built for.
And if they’re right?
I will have to relearn.
Everything.
Like a child who’s only ever been taught to flinch.

How do you believe you should live, when you’ve only learnt how to survive?
I feel like I’m standing
On the edge…terrified.
Not death,
But hope.
And I don’t know how to move forwards
When behind me is dark and ahead there is light,
I don’t feel I deserve.
Please help me to fight.