I want to cease what no longer serves me
rather than sink into isolation with struggle,
disappointment,
or fear.
I don’t want to be the one who lives with the burning shame,
believing it was all her fault.
She has given up on life
and wants to destroy herself.
I have spent so much time wishing myself away that I can no longer recognize the reflection in the mirror
I want to tear out the parts of my past that invade my inner world and
burn them,
bury them
till they are nothing but ashes blowing in the wind.
There has to be another way
a thing that reminds that there is still good in this world,
and that not everyone is out to hurt.
I want to find a way to believe
have hope
and keep my inner wild
We were always meant to be free
It Feels Complicated 