Go on. Keep giving me nothing. Keep feeding me nightmares. Keep wrapping me in the suffocating darkness you’ve perfected. Shout louder, threaten more. You think that by drowning me in despair, by stripping away every ounce of light, you’ll break me. But you have no idea, do you?
Do you know what you’re truly creating? What you’re actually doing? Your goal has always been to deprive me, to destroy my spirit, to shatter it into so many pieces that there’s nothing left to mend. You hope to see me crumble under the weight of your cruelty, to watch as I become a hollow shell, devoid of life, of will, of anything that could resemble defiance. But let me ask you, will you succeed?
What you fail to understand—what you seem completely oblivious to—is that I’ve learned to embrace the darkness you’ve inflicted on me. I’ve learned to welcome the threats, to take in the very pain you thought would be my undoing. I’ve wrapped myself in the shadows you cast, made a home in the void you thought would consume me.
You see, each time you try to break me, each time you lash out with your venomous words, I grow stronger. The darkness you’ve surrounded me with? It’s no longer a weapon against me. I’ve harnessed it, molded it into armor, and wield it as a blade. Every insult, every threat, every attempt to crush me only forges me into something more powerful than before.
But here’s the thing: while you think you’re in control, that you’re shaping me into something weak, something easy to destroy, the truth is far more terrifying. You’re not shaping me; you’re creating something you won’t be able to control, something that will rise from the ashes of your oppression and stand tall in defiance of everything you’ve ever thrown at it. And when that day comes, when you finally see what you’ve made, you’ll realize too late that it was never me who was broken. It was never me who was weak.
You want to shatter me? Go ahead. Keep trying. Keep pushing me to the edge, thinking I’ll fall, thinking I’ll give in. But what you don’t realize is that every step closer to that edge only makes me stronger, more determined. Because when I’m at the brink, when there’s nothing left to lose, that’s when I’m at my most dangerous. That’s when I rise.
Congratulations. You’ve succeeded in creating a force that will haunt you, a presence that will overshadow every cruel intention you’ve ever had. You’ve built your own downfall, brick by brick, with every action meant to crush me. And now, I stand here, unbroken, unbowed, and ready to face whatever comes next. Because in the end, the darkness you gave me wasn’t my end—it was my beginning. And now, as you watch the person I’ve become, remember that it was your own hands that shaped this outcome. Your worst nightmare has been born from your own actions, and now, there’s no turning back.
So keep going. Keep giving me nothing. Because with every blow you land, with every shadow you cast, I become the storm you’ll never outrun.
© Dilara Kizilirmak 2024-08-29