Rest In Peace 🥀

Today, I stumbled on an old diary

It's pages stained with echoes of a life once so wild,

A collection of regrets, desires and shadows,

A history of mistakes inked in haste

Each line a testament to days lived in folly

In those pages, I saw the girl I once was

The one tangled in webs of her own making

A soul adrift in a sea of mis;steps and wrong turns

Every turn a mark of ignorance

In those pages, I saw battles of lust that raged within me

Each desire a scar and each satisfaction a weapon

A record of wounds inflicted in blind rage

In the temple of my body lust burned like wildfire, consuming all reason to resist

In those pages, I saw a blind, naive girl

Who didn't see the worth within her own body

She let it down, abused it

Mistaking momentary pleasures for lasting value

Her self worth buried beneath layers of disregard

Each embrace a transaction, each touch a betrayal

A cycle of use and abandonment, leaving scars unseen

In those pages, I saw a walking dead

A soul wandering through existence

Half alive in the pursuit of hollow dreams

Eyes wide open, yet blind to the light

Moving through days as if sleepwalking

Each day a repetition of yesterday

I saw the depth of my demise

A life lived in the graveyard of sin

Today, I came across the obituary of my old self

May she rest in peace

©Riches ✍️