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Do you know what it's like to not be yourself? To have a fake smile with doubt and anxiety in the front of your mind? I'm living in a shell of my former self. I'll never return, no matter how much I want to. It's a terrible feeling; deceiving those that you trust. No matter how much you want to repent, you just can't. Regret isn't supposed to be a word you can act on. At least, it isn't when you've done too much, And cannot go back. It's like there's a dark void within, that can never be filled, Nor be mended. I'm fixable, yet constantly broken, Torn apart from within. An act I abide with. Performed by me, for me, to me. Someday I'll never find myself again. Perhaps I can be blissfully content one day. Until then, I will continue to crack, Until I shatter. //
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