To who ever cares enough to listen

It's amazing how much can change in a year. I am not the same girl I was year ago. Maybe one day I will get enough courage to tell someone, or anyone the full story of what happened to me. I might be brave enough to post it here on this blog. It no longer hurts to think about what happened, and I'm not angry at him any more, but the secrets eat away at me, all because I keep it to myself. One of these days I'll tell you. It may take a while, but I promise I will tell you.

A few things that haven't changed is the fact that I still feel like an outsider with my friends. I love them dearly, but sometimes they don't really make me feel welcome, that I don't really belong with them. I know they don't mean to, but its how I feel.

This is me the night it happened
Take a look outside the window
There are places to go there are faces to see
And we'll make it
If we just leave

It's proven to be the hardest part of moving on
Accepting we were wrong
But we'll find that it's easier
Letting go, with one foot strong

I'm alright, I'm alive
I can make it through this fight
I can breathe
That's all I need to survive

Take a look outside at the world
Everything now broken
Glass shattered and sprayed all around
Who knew these walls had windows

And I like to think that it was hard for you
To be so cold
But reality it tells me
That your ways are now old

I'm alright, I'm alive
I can make it through this fight
I can breathe
That's all I need to survive

I've proven that the hardest part of moving on
Was being so cold
But I like to think the hardest part for you
was accepting you were wrong

I'm alright, I'm alive
I can make it through this fight
I can breathe
That's all I need to survive
Through this night

(c) Theinvisiblesign 2011