I was the one
from the first breath I ever drew.
I should have chosen me
before anyone, anything,
before the world whispered in my ears.
I forgot to be
forgot to love me,
forgot that I am the one
who deserves to stay,
stay till the end of my own time.
I stood against myself,
fought the very soul
that should have been my ally.
Where the hell did I learn
to betray my own heart?
I should be free
to do whatever the hell I want.
I should decide,
not let someone else hold the pen
to the story of my life.
I should take myself back,
I should claim myself again,
because I am the one who remains.
And I will remain
shattered, broken, whole, healed,
loving, hating, fierce, raw.
I will remain with me,
till the end of time,
till the last heartbeat,
till the world forgets my name,
I am here.
I am mine.
I remain.
This is for anyone who has ever lost themselves,
for anyone who has ever forgotten their own worth,
for anyone who has held on too tight to someone else
and let themselves slip away.
May these words remind you
that before anyone else,
before the world and its demands,
you must choose yourself.
You are the one who remains
through heartbreak, through healing,
through every storm and every quiet moment.
You are yours.
Never let yourself forget it.