Suffocating in my own mind.
Drowning in my own thought.
Hurting by my own words
like daggers to my heart.
Running from my own past.
Stopped by my own fears.
Abandoned by my own soul,
left standing here.
Tainted by my own touch.
Damaged by my own pain.
Lied to by my own lips,
hoping it wasn't in vain.
Trapped by my own skin.
Disgusted by my own face.
Stolen from my own love.
Given to a foreign place.
Trying to find myself,
the best way i can.
Only learning
I am not who I am.
Nor do I want to be.
Accepting my own chills.
Loving my own scars.
Acknowledging my own faults
and admitting my own flaws.
Hearing my own words.
Listening to my own mind.
Trusting my own judgement
will take some time.
Hoping for my own change.
Praying for my own will.
Treading snail slow
all up hill.
Wanting my own wants.
Loving my own love.
Yearning for my own desire
and strength from above.
When will it be enough?
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