Dealing...

UMM... yeah... when I wrote this I was going thru some MAJOR ish with myself. Glad I'm not THERE anymore... :)

Dealing

Look at me,
Feeling worthless, unloved, insignificant
Look at me,
Down and out, feeling sorry for myself
Words can’t even begin to describe the way I feel
All I know is, all these words are so real.

Falling,
Tumbling into a dark trench of despair is my worst fear
Falling,
Struggling to pull myself out of this well of tears
Racked with guilt, unable to keep up this smiling façade
When I know that deep inside, my bright spirit is shot.


Help,
People think that this is something they can help with
Help,
Is something that I consider a myth
“Oh it’s gonna be okay, you know you still have friends who love you” is what they tell me
If that’s the case, why do I cry? Why do I still feel… empty?

It’s me,
It ain’t you, or any other person who has came into my heart and walked all over it
It’s me
Who allowed all this hurt and pain of past loves’ wrongdoing to catch up with my flighty heart
I’m sick of the cuteness, I’m sick of putting others before me, I’m sick of ignoring just how much I HURT...
I think I need to stop crying because of my wounds, and work on mending.