
I’m not a fan of sharing memories that can be bitter, mind you. For me, it’s healing since I’m ready to write about it and move on. This one is bittersweet in a way. We start school around 3 or 4 years old, when I began attending school. From pre-school to year 3, we stayed in the same class in terms of classmates, so we became close to the point that they came to my home after school, something I had forgotten about until this week.
My school grades have always been good, thanks to my love of learning, even if I did things my way. In year 3, I got Whooping Cough, which I was vaccinated against as a baby, which might be the reason why it didn’t kill me. Sadly, I lost a significant number of school days that year, and my grades suffered as a result. And that year, they decided to divide us into different classes, so most of the people I was close to weren’t there.
So people stopped talking to me during breaks. It’s around there that I developed severe anxiety about people I care about leaving, and I still get that from time to time, but I’m better at dealing with it now. Everything came back to me while I was in the hospital. One of my old classmates came to get my blood drawn. Hours later, I found Quiet Wars by Texas Teddy Bear and the words ‘’You learned young that tears don’t win the fight’’ ‘’So you carry your hurt like it owes you light’’. It felt like he was talking to me.
Quiet Wars by Texas Teddy Bear Lyrics:
They say be strong, but never teach you how
So you learn to smile and just push it down
Shake hands with pain, wear it like a suit
But silence doesn’t heal, it just hides the truth
You joke too loud when the room gets dark
Drink to forget, then call it art
Scroll for love through a thousand strange faces
But it hides the truth in pixelated places
No medals for the ones who break
Only whispers for the ones who ache
But there’s a war inside we never show
And peace begins the day we let it go
We’re all fighting quiet wars
Behind locked doors, with invisible scars
Pretending we’re fine, while falling apart
Looking for God in a broken heart
But maybe being brave’s not holding it in
Maybe strength is saying, “this is where I’ve been”
So take off the mask, leave it on the floor
You’re not alone in your quiet war
You learned young that tears don’t win the fight
So you carry your hurt like it owes you light
But healing don’t come dressed up in pride
Sometimes you’ve gotta sit with the storm inside
We build high walls, call them control
But freedom starts where the truth is told
You don’t need fixing, you just need grace
Someone to see the lines in your face
We’re all fighting quiet wars
Behind locked doors, with invisible scars
Pretending we’re fine, while falling apart
Looking for God in a broken heart
But maybe being brave’s not holding it in
Maybe strength is saying, “this is where I’ve been”
So take off the mask, leave it on the floor
You’re not alone in your quiet war
One day you’ll meet someone who sees
The ghosts you hide beneath your sleeves
And they won’t run, they’ll take your hand
And say “I’ve been there, I understand”
We’re all fighting quiet wars
But there’s hope in yours, there’s an open door
You’re not broken, you’re just bruised
And being honest is how we lose
The shame, the weight, the need to pretend
‘Cause real love starts where the stories bend
So take off the mask, let the healing pour
You’re not alone… not anymore
Old Friends:
Listening to a random beat
A random note
Not knowing what will come next
Even if there are tracks
That at some time
They will connect
To the void
That you learn to understand
Why has it been misunderstood
Alex
People come and go throughout life. But a child has no choice.
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It’s something hard to understand as a child
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Absolutely. Best friends move away, and someone they saw everyday is suddenly gone. You were ill and things changed while you were recovering. It doesn’t change, but children don’t have a say in any of it and don’t understand.
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Later on, I figured out that it was because my family was working-class
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