My heart hurts, my stomach churns and I find myself reciting "Why me" And "Why now"
I didn't ask for the struggle for common existence or trail of trauma since birth.
I look in a mirror and see my own face but I continuously find myself lacking self worth.
I open doors and try new views to be thrown and abused
I listen and I love to be torn and confused
My body is aching, my soul is breaking and my heart is long since shattered
I find caution to be conceited and my woe to be wearing my sanity thin.
I see night with no definition of dream
I see day with no sense of warmth in sun.
I drag myself in several directions at once yet wonder why my life is undone.
Why can't I just breathe and be me?
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Words I've Kept
ПоезіяThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
