Torn
Somewhere along the way, I became torn.
Like the page from a book,
the most important one missing.
I became me, who I am today,
because of being torn.
Is it too hard for you to
understand?
This is me, a HOLLOW shell that once
use to be full of love
and joy
and happiness.
Where did it all go wrong?
I ask myself the same question.
It didnt go wrong.
This was meant to be
for me.
I am a human.
Made to feel what I feel.
Its okay. Im okay.
NOT really that okay
but okay.
Ive lived through it.
Survived.
Hurt.
Felt what it feels like to
burn inside.
My soul is forever searching
for that one thing
that can bring it back
to its rightful
owner.
Alone. I know this because of
choice. My choice.
My fears.
Anxiety.
Torn like that page that needs
to be found but
cant.
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