~thank the trauma and call it fate~
Screams echoed throughout the night
Soul shattered along with her body
She is the new victim of soul crushing pain
Creamy canvas devoid of blemishes she was
Lacerated wounds kept on bleeding now
Her canvas overflowing in a fiery scarlet red
Visible wounds heal, invisible ones continues to bleed
Lack of closure isn't just for the body, mind yearns too
And then one day she heard them preaching about scars
Scars that narrate stories of the past and paved the way
She want to ask them, " would you wish for pain like this,
so you can arise too ?
Cause you praise it as if this suffering was in my fate "
She never wants those words to echo in her head again
" Pain build you up ! "
" Be thankful for the life lesson you learned "
No !!! Pain broke her down and she build her up on her own,
When the ones who caused it had the first row in the audience
They continued to gift her disruptions, that led the triggers
To return and haunt her again, sink into the unspeakable void
All she wished for is to forget those unrepresented events
They caused it all, " trauma is never simply one's own "
She would never thank the trauma that derailed her track
She outgrew the pain, the process made it appear valid
Like the one who inflicted the pain was considered godlike
She would never call it fate and just decide to live in it
Fate is not just an excuse to cover-up the misfortunes
Definitely not something to let out a sigh and move on
She went through hell for such a fate
A hell that isn't responsible for the fire that's burning around
A hell that is suffering from the pain the flames caused as well
Prior to hell, she longed for a heaven but trauma came in
And She was dropped alive into the middle of the circles of hell
When she made it out on her own, why praise hell for that ?
The one to be praised is HER, not what Happened to her !
She is the one who outthrew the fate and created her own life
If she could paint the portrait of her life on her own
P R A I S E H E R