i stopped asking why
because it really
doesn’t matter
it happened
i lived
and i’ve the scars
to prove it

i’m different now
i can’t say exactly
when i changed
just that
somewhere along the journey
i did
not in a big way
but the little things

i went into hell
with a smile
and a laugh
when i came out
the other side
my smile was different
my laugh less frequent
my eyes never lose their ghosts
my mind always watching

i don’t really remember
what i was like
it doesn’t matter
not really
this is the way
i am now

we all have our own hells
we walk through the gateway
and we come out the other side
or we don’t come out
at all

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