Boomz

Because for all the times I've ignored myself, I turned out to be right. Carrying myself is burden enough and I am enjoying not listening anymore. Sorry.

Wise enough to carry the scars, without any blame...

So whose fault was it? Why? Was it my stupidity, my naivete? My sheltered upbringing? The Church? It's nice to know that these things don't matter as much as growing wiser and stronger.

... there's no one to blame

These days I struggle still to be whole, unified and one. I'm not sure if this was something that I ever was, truly, or if I ever need to be. But at least, I am looking to be happy with myself and I think that's all that one can ask for. Afterall, there's only me to live with here.

"Surprisingly few scars"

Only because I have had the support of wonderful friends and family.