This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
The world is cruel,
breaking us down,
until we decide we are done and
allow ourselves to be beaten senseless.
I stand against it.
I fight back.
I refuse to let the world rule my life
or ruin me.
Why then,
is it so easy for me
to slip under the grip
of my anxiety?
I let it clamp its cold hands
around my neck,
to silence my voice and
keep me from breathing.
Why then,
can I let its words sink in
underneath my skin, into my veins
until I am drowning within myself?
I know I am strong.
I know my worth.
Why then do I waver?
Why do I dare question myself?
Maybe life got in after all,
no matter how many cracks I thought I sealed.
It only takes one broken place
to make a ruin out of me.