I know who I am, don't know what I want, spent the majority of my time trying to please other people and not me.
Giving and hurting and loving more than I should but I know this is me, I'm real to who I am, still don't know what I want
So here I am, two worlds within one world, struggling to make since of this journey, left in a hollow shell with no goals, no forsight.
I don't love and I won't love, thats what I live with, and I want the freedom of just going through life accordingly.
But my soul is left empty, rotting in the dirt from B.C and growth stunted AC, here I am.
I want to love and not hurt, to breathe without my heart shuttering from the pain I always expected.
Pain that is always dealt in harsh blows till my ribs cave in and lungs fail, till I'm left on life support.
Now I'm tired because abuse has been the existance of me, throroughly, and I am left to cause distruction in my path.
I am who I am, ever changing, evolving or faultering, heart hurting soul left in tatters on the floor crying save me save me because I know there is more.
