You know when you move out on your own, you have an idea in your head that makes you want to reinvent yourself, become the brand new you, the you you have always wanted to be. Than reality hits and the change never occurs.
I wanted to be the strong, cofindent, christian woman, ready to take on the world while waiting on my future to sweep me off my feet. Things arent exactly going that way.
I often feel as though every step I take is neither forwards or backwards, im still just there unable to go anywhere drowning myself in a quick get up remedy to get me through the week.
When did I become so damaged?? Or have I always been this screwed up hiding behind my smile.
Im so close to the edge with so much curioisty as to what the fall may feel like.. with my conscience barely holding on my a thread.
Writing gives me some piece of mind..It makes me feel as though someone is listening to my every word understanding exactly how I feel. I know God does but often times I feel like he may not want to hear the words that I have to say.
Im not sick, so why do I want time to heal. Im not crazy so why do I feel the need for isolation. Ive changed I dont feel like me, so why cant I find where I was, who I was.
Ive drowned in a sea of unfallen tears.
Ive screamed on mute till my mouth could open no more.
Ive been the cat destoryed by curiosity.
Im not sure where to go from here..Im not sure if I can go from here..ugh..I feel as though the walls are closing in and I have no where to go..
For now I guess ill just have to wait..right now is not a good time ..but time I dont have enough of.
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I wanted to be the strong, cofindent, christian woman, ready to take on the world while waiting on my future to sweep me off my feet. Things arent exactly going that way.
I often feel as though every step I take is neither forwards or backwards, im still just there unable to go anywhere drowning myself in a quick get up remedy to get me through the week.
When did I become so damaged?? Or have I always been this screwed up hiding behind my smile.
Im so close to the edge with so much curioisty as to what the fall may feel like.. with my conscience barely holding on my a thread.
Writing gives me some piece of mind..It makes me feel as though someone is listening to my every word understanding exactly how I feel. I know God does but often times I feel like he may not want to hear the words that I have to say.
Im not sick, so why do I want time to heal. Im not crazy so why do I feel the need for isolation. Ive changed I dont feel like me, so why cant I find where I was, who I was.
Ive drowned in a sea of unfallen tears.
Ive screamed on mute till my mouth could open no more.
Ive been the cat destoryed by curiosity.
Im not sure where to go from here..Im not sure if I can go from here..ugh..I feel as though the walls are closing in and I have no where to go..
For now I guess ill just have to wait..right now is not a good time ..but time I dont have enough of.



