Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Gradually getting back to me, the person I was supposed to be, before now when almost every thought burns me. The voices they scold me. Taunt me so constantly I lose sight of possibility. Help me, I used to ask it in plenty, but then someone told me, "If I can't help me, no one can help me." Just so you know, that phrase actually stuck with me. I've been learning about me. Finally seeing truly, that there's always been one place to be. Maybe I can get some sleep, instead of sit here and reap my own heart because I couldn't seem to believe. Heavy, is the burden see, weighing down so much I bleed.  I'm finally starting to conceive that my issue was thinking no one would ever trust me to give me a chance to be, so I ran most of times unsoundly.