“I want you to be amazing, the person that I knew, the shining star that used to glow, and light a room with tune.
A loved one made the words, intended for only good, but the words cut like a razor, I bled through and through.
The statement is ironic, your wish for me that is, for I pray each night to be “amazing” and not the shell I’m in.
My ballet shoes are put away, my ballet barre , now a walker and days I can use my legs, a blessed, painful reminder.
Be careful with your words, you well wishers and family , you think your words are inspiration they only end up haunting.