I held a life in my hand and it was my own

Hello I am Alone Apart, my real name is not important. I am more than my name.

This is meant to be a safe haven where I can express myself without fear of anyones feelings.

I hope you enjoy my ramblings here.

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I AM SOMEONE

by Annastasia Aressia

I am someone

I walked past a dead face

even though the person was alive

I saw my eyes in the mirror

and cried at the sight

I looked at a person I didn’t know

and I met a friend

I got heads to turn

when I walked past

I learned a lot about myself

when I lost a new friend

I cried every tear in my body

when I thought about love

I got hit bad

then got back in the ring

I climbed a mountain of rocks

and saw an eagle fly over-head

I heard terrible things about myself

when no one thought I was listening

I realized I was strong

when I didn’t cry when it hurt

I found out who I was

when I was with someone else

I thought I was lost forever

when a friend found me

I held a life in my hand

and it was my own

I was a pawn in someone else’s game

so I surrendered to a brook

I walked the fine line between surviving

and not wanting to survive

I still am

I still am someone

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I’m looking to discover who I really am.

I don’t think we can truly know ourselves until we’ve gone through some crazy sitsuations, and I’ve had my fair share.

I am still at the beginning of my journey; one that has taken me to all sorts of places from Belfast, to London, and now to the States.

My youth is a hinderance just as it is an advantage.

Hopefully there is a balance somewhere that I can find.