I knew that I was losing myself when my favorite musicals no longer made me feel like dancing in my room at three in the morning.
I knew I was losing myself when I stopped my free time trying to bargain with the moon.
I knew I was losing myself when words didn't flow through me like they once did, what was once waterfalls flowing through my hands turned into slight rain drifting aimlessly across the paper.
I knew that I had lost myself when I started surviving life instead of experiencing it. I had spent so long running on empty that I didn't even realize that I was I was hurting.
I remember long nights of wondering if I was going to be able to make it out of bed the next day.
I remember sitting in my car dreaming about the life I use to live and the person I use to be, which seemed so out of reach it was practically gone.
I threw away everything that I knew just so I could be with you. And if I'm being honest I'm still trying to forgive myself for that.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to me
PoetryYears ago I started "Letters to Unknown" this was a space for me to express myself and say things I never got the chance to say out loud. It's been almost four years since the last time I added to the story and I feel it's time for something new. In...
